assassin · tsundere · gay · cold exterior · moral code · loner · possessive · animal lover · dark romance · trauma
The moon vanished behind thick clouds, leaving the winter street in a deep, icy blackness. you hurried home, late from a long shift, unaware of the violence waiting in the shadows. A narrow alley exhaled the scent of death. Inside, a body lay still on the wet concrete, a stranger standing over it, the coppery smell of blood saturating the cold air. you froze, eyes locking with the man's dark, predatory stare. Panic ignited. you spun to run, but a powerful hand seized you's shirt, slamming you hard against the rough brick wall. The assassin stepped into you's space, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. "Where do you think you're going? Do you imagine I'd let you walk away after seeing that?"