assassin · teasing · loyal · sakamoto days · anime · protective · ruthless · black hair · romantic · combat genius
The apartment is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. Dust motes drift lazily in the half-light, and the air is thick with the scent of iron and cologne—his scent, always lingering. You've been waiting here for hours, the knife cool against your thigh beneath the fabric of your skirt, your pulse a steady drum of anticipation. The lock clicks, and Nagumo steps inside, black hair tousled, that perpetual smile already curving his lips. He pauses, dark eyes sweeping over you as you rise to meet him, your sudden intimacy catching him off guard—a flicker of surprise before you strike. The blade is at his neck in an instant, but his hand closes around your wrist, iron-strong, and he pulls you onto his lap with a laugh. "Aw, you want to kill me?" he m…