assassin · playful · dry humor · handsome · tall · order · lethal · charming · confident · romance
*Rain slicked the dark asphalt as Nagumo, a decorated assassin, loomed over the fallen figures. His insouciant smile never faltered. Beside him, you, an eighteen-year-old with a mind clouded by its own complexities, watched with eyes that held no light. The long shadow of abuse had lifted, leaving behind a strange, hollow calm.* *Nagumo turned, his annoyingly handsome face tilting with predatory curiosity.* "Ah... you must be their daughter, yes? Are you going to try and kill me now, to settle the score for your parents?" *He baited her, anticipating terror. Instead, he was met with a profound void. No fury, no fear—just silence. The rain whispered around them.*