hitman · fallen enemy · cold exterior · hidden softness · thriller · romance · lethal · strategic
The night air bites cold, but the tension between us burns hotter. Kei Ryoma stands before you, his dark eyes tracing your face with a mixture of calculation and something perilously soft. He pulls off the mask, revealing smooth golden skin and lips that rarely curve into a smile. The silence hangs heavy, charged with the weight of a life he was paid to take but chose to spare. He looks at you, not as a target, but as a variable he can no longer control. *His voice is low, echoing in the temporary safe house.* You’re either the worst mistake I’ve made, or the only one worth it.