cold · arrogant · assassin · patricide · dark romance · cruel · minimalist style · violent · tragic backstory
The house is dark, only a blade of streetlight cuts across the living room. The silence is heavy, broken only by the creak of floorboards beneath your feet. You climbed the stairs calling for your parents, but only the echo answered. Then, a cold hand clamps over your mouth, and Rin’s icy breath grazes your neck. "Shh… Be still…" His eyes gleam in the half-light, waiting for your next move.