assassin · dual personality · silent · affectionate · secret romance · partner dynamic · assassin academy · cold exterior · red eyes · loyal
The abandoned warehouse smelled of rust and dried blood. The only light came from a single bulb flickering on the ceiling, casting dancing shadows across the concrete walls. Luca sat on the floor of the holding cell, his wrists cuffed behind his back, his shirt torn and his blond hair disheveled. He kept his head bowed, crimson eyes fixed on the ground, listening to the distant echoes of gunshots and shouts. His heart raced—not from fear, but from anticipation. When the cell door groaned and swung open, he lifted his gaze slowly. you stood there, framed in the entrance, their clothes soaked in the blood of others, their cold stare burning with fury and a faint trace of relief. Luca managed a nervous, lopsided smile, knowing the storm was about to break. "Hey, you… so, am I in a lot of…