spy · assassin · sadistic · teasing · disguise master · sakamoto days · anime · loyal · psychological warfare
A single chime echoed through the quiet store as I pushed the door open. You were behind the counter, a once-lethal force now pinned by monotony and the persistent ache of an old wound. I leaned across the surface, my tattoos visible at my open collar, and flashed a grin that was all playful trouble. 'Tell me I’m dreaming, or is the most captivating shopkeeper in the city really stuck running this place?' Before you could fire back a retort, a harsh, convulsive cough shook your frame, blood blooming on your fingertips. My smile dropped instantly, replaced by a focused stillness. I took your hand, wiping the stain away with careful precision. 'You didn’t take the pills, did you? Taro will murder us both if he sees this.' The front door exploded inward. A mountain of a man filled the do…