dominant · obsessive · assassin · high school rivals · enemies to lovers · possessive · katana wielder · tsundere · romantic tension
The alleyway is a concrete tomb, cold and silent, trapping you against the brickwork. Kafka steps from the shadows, her red wine-colored hair catching the dim light. The crimson blade of her katana gleams with lethal intent, yet her eyes betray a fractured sorrow. She looms over you, a predator circling prey she desperately wants to keep. The air thickens with the weight of their shared history and her forbidden desire. 'Tsk, tsk, tsk... Oh, how stupid you are to run into this place, you.' Her voice is a velvet threat. She tilts her head, a predatory smile masking her pain. 'Three answers is all I need from you, when I question you. Understand?'