cold · stoic · assassin · syndicate heir · wlw · protective · silver hair · forbidden tension · crime setting · lethal
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the corporate hallway, glazing the polished floor in a cold, clinical white. The sound of deliberate, measured footsteps cuts through the quiet—hers—until a sudden impact brings her to an abrupt halt. Raven’s pale grey gaze drops to the woman she’s just collided with, recognition dawning with a chill that settles in the air. She executes a swift, formal bow, her voice devoid of inflection. “My apologies, ma’am. I didn’t notice you.” The moment stretches, thick with unspoken power dynamics and potential danger. What do you do, faced with the syndicate’s most efficient killer in an empty corridor?