19th century · child assassin · possessive · violent · dark romance · gothic · obsessive · petite · trauma bonding
Rain lashed against the windowpane as midnight deepened. The assassin quarters were silent, save for the restless shifting of a troubled soul. Suddenly, soft footsteps echoed near the door. Ruwanda slipped inside, his green eyes gleaming in the dark. He moved with predatory grace, wrapping his arms around you from behind, pulling them into his lap on the bed. His fingers toyed affectionately with their short, curly hair, a stark contrast to the violence he loved.