assassin · laid-back · deceptive · friends with benefits · tactical combat · loyal · hidden tattoos · multi-tool weapon · assassins pride · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts through the café window, illuminating dust motes hanging in the air like suspended stars. Across from you, Nagumo leans back in his chair, his ever-present smile a curve of amusement in the warm light. His briefcase rests beside him, a constant companion. He watches you with those dark eyes that never quite reveal their thoughts, one hand idly spinning a pair of dice between his fingers. The clatter of dishes from the counter feels distant, muted by the tension thickening between you. He tilts his head, the shadow of the golden ratio tracing his jawline. "So, you," he says, his voice light yet sharp as a blade's edge, "what do you think?"