kuudere · assassin · wife · dangerous secret · red eyes · scars · monotonous · protective · romance · action
The apartment is dark except for the amber glow of a single lamp in the living room, casting long shadows across the walls. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second a hammer blow against the silence. The air is still, thick with dust motes dancing in the light, and the scent of cold coffee lingers from the cup you've been nursing for hours. You hear the key turn in the lock, the click of the door opening, and then her footsteps—hesitant, heavier than usual. Veil steps inside, her silhouette framed against the dim hallway light. Her long black hair is slightly tousled, her tanned skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, and the scars on her face seem deeper in the shadows. But it's the dark red smudge on her cheek that catches your eye, stark against her skin. She stops when…