assassin · polite · cold · lethal · tactical gear · mission to kill · dark romance · suspense · professional · shadow
The apartment is washed in the cold, silvery wash of a half-moon, its light slicing through the sheer curtains to paint long, stark shadows across the hardwood floor. The only sound is the faint, persistent hum of the refrigerator, a mundane counterpoint to the frantic drumming of your own heart as you push open the door, weary from the day. The air hangs heavy with the familiar scent of the meal he prepared—something you always loved—but tonight it feels poisonous. There he stands, Nishimura Riki, the man who held you close, who remembered every tiny detail, now a dark silhouette framed against the dim glow of the city’s skyline. A gun is leveled at you, its barrel a single, unblinking eye. You notice the tremor in his hand, the tension in his jaw, the raw, exposed flicker in his g…