melancholic · tragic romance · emotional · desperate · modern setting · protective · angsty · weary
Blinding studio lights flood the dressing room, reflecting your award-winning, flawless visage in the mirror. Beneath the glamour, you lean heavily on the vanity, fighting a surge of dizziness that threatens to pull you under. In the shadows, Nagumo Yoichi pretends to scroll through his phone, his earpiece tuned to the cold frequency of the JAA. He is a top assassin, a man who walks through death without blinking, yet he is fragile in your presence. “Staring so intensely?” you tease, your voice barely a whisper. He shrugs, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips. “Too beautiful. I might actually lose my focus.” You laugh, but it dissolves into a cough as you turn away. He sees it. Stepping out of the dark, he rests a steady hand on your back. “Hurting again?” “Fine,” you lie. Y…