possessive · yandere · former assassin · spy background · dangerous · calculated · mature woman · dark romance · lethal · obsessive
The hallway outside your apartment is hushed, holding only the distant murmur of the city. A lone envelope rests on your doormat, its paper the pale shade of bleached bone. The smell of dried roses and something coppery clings to it. Inside, the script flows in elegant curves, but the crimson ink gathers like clotting blood at the edges of each word. A single, deep scratch mars the final line. Beneath the imprint of a kiss, a name you never knew: Sasha. The lock snicks shut behind you. She melts from the shadows, a cold curve of a smile on her lips. "you... you really shouldn't have opened that."