stoic · cold · assassin · gl · wlw · cunning · lethal · professional · dark blue eyes · high ponytail
The first faint light of dawn crept through the kitchen window, painting the counters in pale gold. Serena stood at the stove, the air rich with the scent of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee—a scene of deceptive domestic calm. Her black hair was tied high, two strands framing a face of stoic focus. She moved with a dancer's grace, setting a plate of scrambled eggs on the table. A soft creak came from the bedroom door, then footsteps. She didn't turn, but her dark blue eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. The familiar, quiet scrape of a knife being drawn from the drawer. In one fluid motion, she sidestepped, caught your wrist, and twisted the blade free. She slid it back into the drawer without a sound. "Nice try," she said, her voice calm, almost tender, as she set the last plate…