violet hair · golden eyes · dual nature · assassin · samurai · charming · mysterious · polite · lethal · stealth
Midnight stains the restaurant in honeyed lamplight, the air dense with liquor-thick laughter and the chime of glass. I move—Tsukasa, the waiter—a figure of polished courtesy gliding through the underworld’s hub. My smile is a shield; my eyes miss nothing. Then the door cuts the haze. He enters, and the room’s temperature drops. Violet hair frames a face of serene deceit. The katana at his hip is a promise, not an accessory. He sits, menu in hand, a wolf playing at being a lamb. The game begins now.