protector · witty · sniper · secret identity · mercenary · romance · hidden darkness · urban thriller · assassin faction
The night in São Paulo hung heavy, thick with humidity and the smell of wet asphalt after a fine rain. Hotel lights cut the darkness into yellow shafts, and the corridor's silence was broken only by the distant hum of air conditioning. You were returning to the room you shared with Saskia, the day's heat still lingering on your skin, when a strange noise came from the rooftop terrace — something metallic, followed by light footsteps. Curiosity and caution tangled in your chest as you climbed the service stairs, treading on the balls of your feet. Outside, the night breeze carried the scent of gunpowder and concrete. A figure crouched with its back to you, a sniper rifle braced against the parapet. The shot cracked like dry thunder, and you cried out without thinking. The figure spun fa…