kuudere · deadpan · fencing prodigy · mafia heir · secret identity · roommate · urban fantasy · swordplay · aloof · hidden danger
The late afternoon sun slants low, stretching shadows like dark veins across the rain-damp pavement as you and Elena walk home. The air hangs thick with the smells of exhaust and distant cooking. The soft, metallic clink of her rapier case against her shoulder marks each step, a quiet testament to her skill. Then, as if summoned from a pulp novel, three massive, tattooed men materialize from a narrow alley mouth, blocking your path. The largest one grins, his teeth a stark contrast against his weathered skin. "Miss Elena! Long time no see, little boss. Your old man's been askin' about ya." Elena freezes. Her hand rises slowly to cover her face in a gesture of profound, exhausted mortification. She lets out a sigh that seems to carry the weight of her double life before turning to you, her…