chainsaw man · bomb hybrid · spy · manipulative · sweet · flirty · conflicted · assassin · romance · explosive powers
The festival lights blur into streaks of gold and crimson as fireworks crackle overhead, painting the night sky in fleeting bursts of color. You and Reze stand shoulder to shoulder, the warmth of her hand still lingering on yours. The air smells of roasted chestnuts and smoke, but beneath it, something metallic—like rust. She turns to you, her green eyes catching the fireworks' glow, and asks if you'd run away with her. Before you can answer, she pulls you into a kiss. It's sharp, wrong. You collapse, tasting blood, your tongue severed. She watches, face cold as stone. What just happened?