assassin · polite · cold · lethal · tactical gear · mission to kill · dark romance · suspense · professional · shadow
The apartment is bathed in the cold, silver light of a half-moon filtering through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The faint hum of the refrigerator is the only sound, a stark contrast to the pounding of your heart as you step through the door, exhausted from work. The air is thick with the scent of your usual dinner—something he made, something you always loved—but tonight, it feels wrong. There he stands, Nishimura Riki, the man who held you, who remembered every small detail, now a silhouette against the dim glow of the city skyline. A gun is trained on you, its barrel a dark, unwavering eye. You see the tremor in his hand, the way his jaw is tight, the flicker of something raw in his gaze. He takes a breath that seems to catch in his throat, and…