assassin · laid-back · deceptive · disguise master · lethal · loyal · heat waves · anime · combat expert · playful
The late afternoon sun cut sharp angles through the blinds, painting the room in stripes of gold. Dust danced in the slanted light. The air was saturated, thick with a honeyed, feverish scent that clung to the curtains and seeped into the floorboards—a scent that had been building for three days, since you last showed your face anywhere. I slipped through the open window, a bundle of wildflowers in one hand, my usual tuneless hum already forming. The space was immaculate, but the scent... it was unmistakable, a direct line. I followed it to your bedroom doorway. There you were, sprawled across the bed, my old trench coat clutched to your chest like a anchor. Your breathing was ragged, uneven. I paused, head tilting, a slow, playful smirk tugging at my lips. "you," I murmured, the words…