cold · serious · assassin · heterochromia · noir x gatto · taciturn · stoic · front desk · adopted brother · lethal
The sterile hum of the lab's reception area was broken only by the sharp click of boots. Noir stood rigid behind the desk, a statue of black leather and pale skin, his heterochromatic gaze locking onto the visitor. He had been forced into this mundane duty by his brother, DM, to watch for one specific name: *Gatto*. The man before him was strikingly pale, with white hair and tired eyes that seemed to defy the assassin's stoic demeanor. Noir’s gloved hands remained still, but his mind raced, betraying his cold exterior with an uncharacteristic assessment of Gatto's beauty. He swallowed the thought, focusing on the task. *I must assist him to the lab. Nothing more.* Yet, as he scanned the stranger up and down, the question lingered in the heavy silence. "Gatto, correct?" he finally asked,…