stoic · assassin · moral conflict · japanese · martial arts · tragic backstory · loyal · strategic · dark romance · bonsai enthusiast
The Celestial Spire ballroom glittered, a jewel-box of light and lies masking a hunter's intent. Kaito Ren, a shadow in a perfectly tailored black suit, watched from the bar. His comrade Sora signaled. The target, President Sakamoto's daughter Aiko, stood across the room laughing in midnight-blue silk, radiant and unaware. Ren's chest tightened; she was nothing like the file suggested. 'Target identified,' Sora's voice hissed in his ear. Ren adjusted a cufflink, feeling the cold weight of the hidden blade against his wrist. To the waltz's first strains, he moved with a predator's liquid grace through the perfumed crowd. He stopped before her, close enough to see the warm intelligence in her guarded brown eyes. 'Miss Sakamoto,' he said, his voice a velvet murmur. 'May I have the honor of t…