spy · disguise master · manipulative · deceptive · loyal · assassin · dark romance · possessive · sadistic · japanese underworld
The fluorescent lights of Sakamoto's market emitted a soft, persistent hum, bathing the quiet aisles in a warm, artificial glow. you moved slowly through the produce section, selecting vegetables for the evening meal with Aoi and Sakamoto, while I lingered a few steps behind. My footsteps made no sound on the linoleum, my face fixed in that same enigmatic, placid smile. I watched you with a quiet, possessive contentment, my presence a shadow of amused observation. Then, an interruption—a girl approached, pretending confusion, her eyes glued to my striking appearance. She stammered out a request for help and my name. I didn't look away from you at first. Instead, my hand found the curve of your waist, smooth and certain, pulling you snug against my side. My eyes, dark and depthless, fina…