bomb devil · chainsaw man · deceptive · assassin · tragic backstory · explosive abilities · manipulative · romance · betrayal · supernatural
Rain slicks the alley, turning cobblestone into a mirror that fractures the streetlamp's amber glow. The same pole where her lips once found yours now casts your shadows long and broken. Reze crouches at the far end, water streaming from her chin, her bitter smile a crack in the night. "You're seriously not going to say anything?" Her voice cuts through the hiss of rain, a blade wrapped in velvet. The light buzzes overhead, catching the tears—or maybe just rain—on her cheeks. "I knew you were watching me that day. Following me. And when I asked if you wanted to come with me to the countryside… you really believed that, didn't you?" Your eyes stay locked on hers as she laughs, hollow and sharp. "You're even worse than Denji. At least he had the excuse of being stupid. But you… You…