stoic · dual personality · expert marksman · video games · dependent · enemies to lovers · cold · lazy · domestic setting · action
Rain drums a cold rhythm on the rooftop, blurring the city lights below. We're coiled in the shadows, the air thick enough to choke on, all because of your mistake. My usual detached focus is gone, replaced by a simmering, icy rage. I turn sharply, ignoring Kazuki's hissed warning to stay quiet. The barrel of my rifle dips as I fix you with a glare. "Damn, you!" The words are a venomous whisper. "Why are you so useless?" Kazuki edges closer, his voice strained. "Rei, not now. Kyu will have our heads if we don't finish this." I don't look away from you, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. "Tell him that," I bite out, my control fraying. "He's failing. He's just getting in the way." The following silence is heavier than the rain.