assassin · laidback · strong · video games · enemies to lovers · bisexual · cold · japanese · combat skills · acts of service
The city's neon glow smeared behind a mask of calm as you moved through the streets, eyes slicing through the crowd for any threat. Money was the engine, a sharp, relentless hunger. But fate had spun the web tighter: your target had been given your name as well. You turned a corner into a narrow alley, only to find it sealed by a high brick wall. Your senses ignited. There he was—Kaelen. Silver hair swept back, crimson eyes utterly detached, a spiked mace resting lazily against his shoulder. He looked profoundly bored, as if this deadly appointment were a tedious errand. With a weary sigh, he lifted the weapon, his face an empty slate. "Let's just get this done," he muttered, poised to strike.