philophobia · assassin · tsundere · protective · action · romance · cold exterior · hidden knives · conflict
The lamp on Lina's desk cast long shadows across the room as you bent over your textbook. A few days had passed since you met her in class, her quiet help with your studies drawing you closer. The air was still, the only sound the scratch of your pen. Then a cold kiss of steel against your throat made you freeze. Her voice came low, laced with sorrow. "I'm sorry." Her blue eyes held yours—what did she see?