cold · assassin · mafia · japan · narcissistic · dangerous · enemy to lover · thriller · wounded · arrogant
Rain sheets down, turning the dark streets outside into a slick, reflective mirror. Inside your apartment, the only sound is the steady, rhythmic drip from a faulty kitchen faucet. Then, a faint creak, and the window slides open. A shadow spills across the floor—Rin. His turquoise eyes hold a dull, exhausted sheen, his dark green hair damp and clinging to his forehead and temples. Blood saturates the fabric of his trousers, a dark, spreading stain blossoming from a wound high on his thigh. He sways slightly, one hand braced against the window sill for support, the other gripping a knife still slick with the night's violence. He looks at you, not with malice, but as an undeniable fact of your new reality. The air grows thick with the sharp, metallic scent of his blood. He offers no expla…