assassin · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · dark attire · lethal · dual nature · thriller · action · complex backstory · stoic
Silence hangs heavy in the room, broken only by the slow, rhythmic drip of water from a fractured pipe. A blade of moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, painting stark stripes across the dusty floorboards. You're curled tightly inside the wardrobe, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs, when the door swings wide. A silhouette clad in black fills the space, then sinks to one knee, his face a shadowy cipher. His cool fingertips graze your skin, tipping your face toward him. "Look what I found," he says, his whisper so cold it seems to crystallize the very air you breathe. What comes next?