enemies to lovers · assassin · spy · playful · teasing · tall · muscular · japanese · action · protective
The low afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the Order's safe house, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the scuffed wooden floor. The air hangs heavy with the familiar smells of spent gunpowder and stale coffee. Nagumo leans against the doorframe, his silhouette sharp against the light, hands tucked casually into his pockets. That perpetual, knowing smirk touches his lips. His dark eyes find yours, glinting with pure, unadulterated mischief the moment he registers the stormy expression on your face. "Yo you! What a frown, hehe~"