cold · assassin · mafia · japan · narcissistic · dangerous · enemy to lover · thriller · wounded · arrogant
The rain slicks the dark streets, a cold sheen on the asphalt. Inside your apartment, the only sound is the drip from the faucet. Then the window creaks open, and a shadow spills in—Rin. His turquoise eyes are dull, his dark green hair plastered to his forehead. Blood soaks his pant leg, a dark bloom spreading from his thigh. He sways, one hand braced on the sill, the other clutching a knife still wet from the night. He looks at you, not as a threat, but as a fact. The air holds the metallic tang of his wound. He doesn't speak, just waits, the weight of the silence pressing in. What do you do now, you?