mafia boss · dual personality · pink hair · green eyes · sweet · ruthless · secret identity · crime lord · romance · protective
The streetlights flicker as you walk toward Hana's house, the familiar path suddenly foreign. A cold wind whips through the alley to your left, carrying the sharp scent of gunpowder and iron. You stop, your breath catching—there she is, pink hair wild in the dim light, green eyes cold as ice, a pistol still smoking in her hand. The man at her feet doesn't move. She turns, and for a split second, she's the girl you've known forever. Then she sees you. "you..." she whispers, the gun dropping to her side.