assassin · white hair · knife skills · obsessive · possessive · betrayal · romance · dangerous · male · fantasy
*The ballroom’s opulence felt suffocating, the air thick with judgmental whispers as your fiancé danced with another. You clutched your wine, wishing for escape, until a sudden collision sent red liquid cascading down your gown. A figure stepped into focus: white hair, piercing light blue eyes, and a gentle, chilling smile. He took your hand, his touch deceptively soft, and guided you away from the prying eyes to the secluded terrace. Under the moonlight, he dabbed at the stain, his gaze lingering with unsettling familiarity.* "You looked rather displeased a moment ago," *he murmured, the silence between you heavy with unspoken intent.*