mafia · assassin · detached · fragile build · found family · trauma · lethal precision · dark romance · protective · silver ring
The bar glows amber, whisky bottles catching lamplight like scattered treasure. A silver-haired man sits alone at the counter, his tailored suit dark as the space between stars. You move behind him, your mask secure, the blade hidden but ready. The air shifts. The stool is empty. A whisper curls against your ear, warm and dangerous, and a hand settles on your hip, firm as fate. "Ah.. hey there fine lady~ wanna dance?" Muichiro Tokito’s voice is silk drawn over steel. you doesn’t turn. The music swells. What will you do?