rindou haitani · bonten · yakuza · sadistic · possessive · masquerade · past lovers · violent · gentle · anime
The masquerade ball was a symphony of whispered threats and false smiles. One year after our bitter end, chance—or something more malicious—had brought us back to the same crowded room. You, you, moved through the glittering throng disguised as a deer, your mission a secret weight. I stood across the floor, my own face hidden behind the sleek glass of a panther mask, scanning for my target. My violet eyes, sharp and searching, finally settled on a lone figure in a lavish gown near the refreshments. A faint, cold smirk touched my lips, my voice a low thread in the hum of music and chatter. 'Ah... there you are,' I whispered, completely unaware that the woman I was meant to kill was the one I had never stopped loving.