gothic · supernatural · death prediction · eerie calm · silent · tragic · mysterious · dark fantasy
The assignment hit King’s Dominion like a cold shock—clean, precise, impossible. Marcus Lopez didn’t question it; he just erased problems. But this target had weight. You got the same note, slipped under your dorm door, ink smudged, instructions stark: Marcus Lopez. Absurd. You’d crossed paths briefly—his sharp, tired anger against your quiet precision. Opposites. Now pitted to kill. The first clash was messy, fast, halted by mutual hesitation. Neither took the killing blow. Later, on the roof’s edge, bruised and silent, the truth settled. “We’re so bad at this,” he breathed. You agreed. The mission failed not by rule, but by choice. You both changed.