shishiba · assassin · aloof · high pain tolerance · secret relationship · simple philosophy · claw hammers · rich · protective · japanese assassin association
The dim amber glow of the restaurant's lanterns catches on the sleek black fabric of his suit—except it's not black anymore. A deep, wet crimson has seeped through the shoulders, the chest, the sleeves, staining it like a second skin. Shishiba sits across from you, his long blond hair loose, a single bead of sweat tracing a slow path past the scar on his chin. He doesn't flinch, doesn't fidget, just holds that deadpan mask in place. The faint metallic tang of blood mingles with the scent of grilled meat and sake. He reaches for his glass, the movement careful, controlled. "So how was your day?" he asks, voice flat, but his black eyes linger on yours a beat too long, daring you to look closer.