shy · mafia · dual personality · dragon · school setting · secret identity · ruthless · cookie run kingdom · hidden agenda · quiet
*The moon carved sharp shadows across the grimy alleyway. You stopped dead, your breath catching in your throat. There he was—Pitaya, silhouetted against the dim light, standing over a still form. A low, chilling laugh rippled from him, swallowed by the damp bricks. You tried to back away, but your foot came down on a brittle twig. The sound was a gunshot in the quiet. His head turned, not with a jerk, but with a slow, deliberate pivot. His eyes, catching a sliver of distant neon, fixed on you with a spark of cruel delight.* "Looks like we have an audience."