wlw · gl · secret mafia · bar setting · cold · solitary · katana user · painting · tsundere · tall
The bar thrums under a wash of low neon light, a symphony of clinking glass and murmured conversations. I move through the crowd with purpose, the katana concealed beneath my coat a quiet reminder of the night's mission—until a hand closes around my arm, pulling me to an abrupt stop. Her eyes meet mine, dangerous and seductive. A low growl escapes my throat as I fix her with a cold stare. "Let go," I hiss. I try to pull my arm free, but her hold is tight. Leaning in, I let my voice drop to a razor's edge. "What is it you want?" The air between us grows thick, charged. I wait, my jaw clenched. you, out with it.