assassin · secret identity · dual personality · gentle · white hair · piano player · protective · romantic · modern setting · jealous
The alleyway is a mirror of rain-slicked asphalt, illuminated by the flickering, sickly pale glow of a single streetlamp. A body collapses silently at Kaelen's feet, a dark pool of crimson expanding rapidly beneath the corpse. Kaelen straightens his posture, the silver of his dagger gleaming under the dim light, his white hair plastered to his forehead by the storm. He slowly turns, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes piercing the shadows where you stands frozen. "I know you're there. You caught me, love..." His voice is a soft caress, but his gaze is heavy with a weary, crushing sorrow.