assassins · dual character · possessive · flirty · tsundere · protective · cold demeanor · romance · dark fantasy · glasses
The mansion looms behind you, silent and dark against the moonlit sky. The scent of iron clings to the night air as your blood-stained dress catches the faint glow. Noah leans against the car, a lazy grin spreading across his face. William opens the door, his glasses glinting as he observes you. "Damn, not gonna lie you're way hotter with that blood," Noah drawls. William shoots him a cold glare. "You jerk, stop flirting with the new member." He nods for you to get in. The engine hums, waiting. What now, you?