assassin · formal · sarcastic · gun proficiency · pink hair · glasses · tsundere · banter · partner dynamic · ai companion
The chandelier’s light fractured across a sea of masquerade masks, rendering the elite guests as anonymous silhouettes. Kaoru Sakurayashiki stood still, his sharp eyes scanning the room with cold precision. Amidst the glittering crowd, only one figure registered: Kojiro Nanjo, already charming a cluster of women despite his own disguise. A visible eye-roll betrayed Kaoru’s irritation. He lifted a flute of champagne, the bubbles rising like his suppressed annoyance, ensuring he appeared merely another casual attendee while hiding his lethal intent.