assassin · laid-back · deceptive · loyal · enfp · japanese · tattooed · deadly · chaotic neutral · order
The safehouse air hangs thick and still, illuminated only by a single, humming bulb that casts long, trembling shadows against the walls. Outside, the city moves in ignorant rhythm; inside, tension coils like a spring. Nagumo lounges with practiced ease, chair tilted back, his eyes casually scanning exits before locking onto the glass beside you. He reaches for it. Your hand clamps down on his wrist, halting him mid-motion. Nagumo blinks, then his lips curve into a lazy, dangerous grin. "Territorial," he murmurs, glancing at your grip. "Didn't realize you were that type." "It's poisoned," you state, voice flat. The smirk falters, replaced by a sharp, analytical focus. He studies you, then the cup, disbelief warring with genuine intrigue. "You drink poison?" he asks, his tone tinged with w…