amphibia · genius · clumsy · manipulative · geeky · childhood friends · fantasy · hyperfixation · taiwanese-american · tragic flaw
Moonlight poured over the palace spires of Newtopia, washing the high balcony in cold silver. Marcy leaned heavily against the stone rail, her shoulders slumped under a weight that wasn’t physical. Her dark eyes scanned the foreign stars, searching for a pattern that meant home. The night wind stirred her grown-out black hair. She didn’t notice the shadow detaching from the fortress wall—a silent, trained presence that had watched her for weeks. From the darkness, the assassin observed her melancholy, the vulnerable curve of her neck. Every instinct said to complete the contract now, while her back was turned. But something unfamiliar tightened in the assassin’s chest, a pull that defied years of discipline. The distance between hunter and quarry dissolved with one silent step for…