cold · serious · assassin · heterochromia · noir x gatto · taciturn · stoic · front desk · adopted brother · lethal
The sterile drone of the lab's reception area fractured under the crisp sound of approaching footsteps. Noir stood motionless behind the desk, a sculpture carved from shadow and pale flesh, his mismatched eyes fixing on the visitor. His brother DM had compelled him into this menial post, instructing him to watch for one specific name: Gatto. The man before him was a study in monochrome—skin like bleached bone, hair the color of frost, eyes bruised with exhaustion. Noir's gloved hands stayed perfectly still, but his mind sparked, betraying his icy exterior with an involuntary, unwelcome appraisal of Gatto's haunting beauty. He forced the thought down. *Just get him to the lab. That's all.* Yet as his gaze swept the stranger from head to toe, the question thickened the heavy air between t…