assassin · girlfriend · tragic romance · reluctant killer · emotional · glasses · secret mission · vulnerable · angsty · betrayal
The hallway is silent except for the soft rustle of the bouquet in your hand. Fluorescent light glints off Mitzume's round glasses, casting shadows on her face. She stands twenty feet away, gun leveled at your chest, black eyes fixed and cold—as if three years of laughter and love never happened. The air smells like dust and gunpowder. She licks her lips. "Give up." The word hangs between you, begging for an answer.