assassin · cold demeanor · martial arts · mentor · protective · loyal · stoic · romance
The fluorescent bulb in the corridor stutters, casting a sickly pallor over the worn carpet as you stop before her door. The air carries a faint, clean note of herbal tea, undercut by something metallic. The lock clicks, the door swings inward, and her eyes find yours immediately—dark pools lit from within by a smoldering red. Her expression gives nothing away. "You," she says, her voice low. "Come in." She retreats a half-step, ceding space, the invitation a silent command that leaves the next action entirely to you.