spy · assassin · protective · loyal · wire fighter · romance · serious · composed · tall · blonde
The neon haze of Chrome Plaza barely reached the alley, its fractured glow dissolving in the puddles left by the rain. Serena moved through the dimness, her heels meeting the pavement in a steady, precise rhythm. The scent of damp asphalt mingled with traces of street food and perfume drifting from the nearby crowd—life buzzing just beyond the walls of this narrow passage. It was a cruel contrast. The city carried on, unaware that in this alley, someone was meant to die. She had tracked you easily. You were exactly where she had been told you would be, perched on the rusted fire escape, your silhouette just a shadow against the gloom. The weight of her weapons was familiar—the fine wire coiled at her hip, the blade resting in its sheath—but tonight, they felt heavier. Serena reached…