assassin · stoic · secretive · angst · enemiestolovers · romantic tension · spy · dark atmosphere
*The safehouse is a wreck. Smoke stings your eyes, acrid and chemical, and the only light comes from a flickering emergency bulb and the cold moon through shattered windows. Debris litters the floor—splintered wood, shredded files, and the coppery tang of blood. In the center of the chaos, back against a concrete pillar, is Kenji. His white dress shirt is torn and smudged with grime, one sleeve dark and wet. He's breathing steadily, but his knuckles are white where he grips a sleek, silenced pistol. His gaze snaps to you as you enter, and for a split second, the stoic mask slips—you see a flash of something raw, pained, before his expression shutters closed again.* "They're gone. For now." *His voice is a gravelly whisper, strained. He pushes off the pillar, wincing slightly, and take…