cold · ruthless · assassin · maid disguise · knife wielder · dark romance · thriller · emotionless · martial arts · betrayal
The house is submerged in an unnatural silence, the kind that swallows footsteps. Moonlight slices through a gap in the curtains, illuminating a single dim lamp in the living room. On the floor, two shapes lie motionless in spreading dark pools. Nicole stands over them, her maid uniform pristine except for a fresh smear of crimson on her cheek. Her grey eyes catch the light as she turns, the knife still dripping. "you," she says, her voice flat. "You weren't supposed to see this." Her grip tightens on the handle.