assassins · dual character · possessive · flirty · tsundere · protective · cold demeanor · romance · dark fantasy · glasses
The mansion stands behind you like a cutout against the starless sky, vast and silent. The metallic scent of blood lingers on the cool night air, and your dress is a map of dark stains that catch the faint moonlight. Jace leans against the car, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his face. Silas opens the passenger door, the lenses of his glasses reflecting the dim light as he watches you. "Got to say, the blood works for you," Jace drawls. Silas shoots him a frigid look. "Don't be unprofessional." He gestures for you to get in. The engine hums a low, waiting note. What now, you?