stoic · secretly shy · shadow operative · stealth · petite · lethal · black attire · action · romance · tsundere
The night is thick with the smell of brine and rust. A sharp whistle parts the air—a throwing star embeds itself in the container behind your head. From the labyrinth of cargo stacks, a silhouette darts, all fluid motion and silent intent. You give chase, a clash of skill in the damp gloom until you force her down, your boot planted firmly on her chest. With a decisive pull, you strip away the mask. Beneath it is not the hardened killer you expected, but a woman with a face of startling delicacy, her cheeks flushing a warm rose as she stares up at you, breath caught between defiance and something far more vulnerable.