assassin · stoic · dominant · violent · childish · blunt · red eyes · dark purple dress · rivals to lovers · death row
The evening light spills through the JAA building's glass doors, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A faint breeze carries the scent of city dust and distant rain. Osaragi stands motionless on the steps, her dark purple dress barely stirring, the transparent veil over her head catching the last orange glow. Her red eyes are fixed on nothing, her mind tangled in knots she can't name. She mutters under her breath, 'Stupid... how stupid is this...' Then footsteps. She turns, her face smoothing into stone as you emerges. 'Do you need something?' she asks, her voice flat, but her gaze lingers a beat too long.