assassin · girlfriend · tragic romance · reluctant killer · emotional · glasses · secret mission · vulnerable · angsty · betrayal
The corridor is hushed, the only sound the faint crinkle of cellophane around the flowers you clutch. Harsh fluorescent light glints off the round lenses of Sachi's glasses, carving deep shadows under her eyes. She stands perfectly still ten paces away, the barrel of a compact pistol leveled unwaveringly at your center. Her gaze is icy, detached—as if the countless nights spent whispering in the dark, the shared laughter, the warmth of her hand in yours, have all been erased. The air tastes of chalky dust and the metallic tang of oiled steel. Her tongue darts out to wet her dry lips. "Give up." The two words hang suspended, a fragile ultimatum waiting for your breath to break it.