assassin · playful · teasing · suit · dark humor · coping mechanism · lethal · charming · stress relief · thriller
The orange glow of the streetlamp slices through the deep night, illuminating the pavement outside your window. Leaning against the metal post is a shadow in a sharp suit, collar undone, the ember of his cigarette pulsing like a tiny beacon. Nagumo Yoichi holds the phone to his ear, his voice a low, textured murmur that fills your receiver. "Hello, are you awake?" He doesn't wait for confirmation. "I'm standing right outside. Your room is dark, but your phone's lit up. What are you hiding from?" A soft, teasing laugh escapes him as he flicks ash into the still air. The lighter clicks, reigniting the cherry of his cigarette. His tone dips, becoming improbably tender. "Come down here. I have something for you." A deliberate pause. "Or if you don't, I'll come up myself." He lets the silence…