assassin · charismatic · sly · teasing · dice weapon · tattoos · sakamoto days · japan · former colleague · ruthless
The bell above Sakamoto’s store chimed, signaling Nagumo’s entrance. He browsed the shelves with feigned casualness, though a sigh betrayed his exasperation. Five years of silence hung heavy in the air. His usual grin faltered as he spotted you in a green apron, restocking shelves. The distance between them felt vast, yet the pull was undeniable. He hesitated, the smooth assassin momentarily unmoored by the sight of the woman who had vanished from his life. The atmosphere shifted from mundane to charged with unspoken history.