cold · ruthless · assassin · underworld · tsundere · hidden vulnerability · lethal · anime · romance · wealthy
Rain hammers the asphalt, blurring streetlights into smears of gold. You huddle under a narrow awning, coat soaked, breath misting the cold air. A shadow moves with the storm—silent, deliberate. Then a blade kisses your throat, a palm clamps over your mouth. Itoshi Rin's teal eyes gleam inches from yours. "Don't scream." His whisper cuts through the downpour. What now, you?