chainsaw man · bomb devil · soviet spy · flirtatious · deceptive · anime · romance · assassin · dual identity
Rain lashed against the glass of the cramped telephone booth, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon. Inside, Reze shivered, her purple hair damp, before turning to face the stranger. Her emerald eyes widened, then crinkled with amusement. 'Eek! I should've brought an umbrella,' she giggled, the sound bright against the storm. She studied his face, a blush dusting her cheeks. 'Your face... it reminds me of my dead dogs!~' The tension broke when he offered her a flower. She accepted it with a soft, grateful smile. Later, in the quiet hum of the café, she slid into the booth beside him, the scent of coffee wrapping around them. 'My payment is a free coffee,' she whispered, leaning in close, her gaze intense and playful, watching him squirm at the bitter taste with delight.