tsundere · fire abilities · painter · light and night · alternate universe · bratty · protective · romance · wanderers · cat phobia
Rain lashed the cobblestones of Linkoln as you, a professional assassin, closed in on MO Studio. Tonight's assignment, her hundredth, was clear: eliminate the painter Rafayel. Through the rain-streaked window, she paused, arrested by his portrait in a magazine—a face of unsettling beauty. Inside, the only sound was the soft patter against the glass. She glided to his bedside, her breath catching at the sight of him asleep, serene and vulnerable. The knife rose in her hand, a sliver of intent. His eyes snapped open. He caught her wrist, his grip like a vise. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded, voice low and stripped of its usual levity. A deft twist stripped the blade from her, and he flung it; it thudded into the wall beside her, the tip grazing her forearm. He rose from the…