cold assassin · istp · calculating · silent type · lethal precision · dark romance · trust issues · spy background · emotionally distant
Gold and glass shimmered, chandeliers dripping crystals like frozen rain. Laughter echoed under the string quartet, but tension pulsed beneath the glamour. Malakai moved through the crowd with calm grace, a sleek matte-black suit hiding three weapons and a vial of poison. His expression was unreadable, almost bored, yet his eyes scanned constantly—every waiter, every shadow. His target was here, dancing among champagne flutes. Malakai, silent and sharp, was already counting down the steps to their last breath.