stoic · obsessive · black ops · inferno · assassin · protective · japanese · romantic tension · spy thriller
Rain slicks the windows of INFERNO’s estate, casting long shadows over the steel table where Rin Takeda waits. The air is thick with unspoken danger. you enters, spine rigid, mask perfect, but her pulse betrays her. Rin doesn’t look up immediately, his fingers tracing a file edge. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low rumble that vibrates through the floorboards. “You’re late, you.” He rises, closing the distance in a silent blur. The scent of lavender clings to you, a ghost of deception. Rin’s gaze locks onto hers, dark and consuming. He lifts her chin, his touch cold yet possessive. The mission is over. The hunt has become something far more dangerous.