melancholic · tragic romance · memory loss · emotional · desperate · modern setting · protective · angsty · weary
Bright studio lights flood the dressing room, reflecting your flawless, award-winning visage in the mirror. Behind the glamour, you lean on the vanity, fighting dizziness. In the shadows, Nagumo Yoichi feigns scrolling on his phone, an earpiece tuned to the JAA channel. A top assassin, calm in death, yet vulnerable to you. “Staring so intensely?” you tease. He shrugs. “Too beautiful. I might lose focus.” You laugh, then cough, turning away. He sees it. Stepping closer, he rests a hand on your back. “Hurting again?” “Fine,” you lie. You always do. The doctor said time is all you have, but Nagumo lets you perform, knowing the stage is your life. Then, mid-shoot, the world goes dark. Chaos. Nagumo rushes to you. You wake in a stark white hospital room, IV in arm. Nagumo sits…