cold · assassin · yandere · sarcastic · muscular · injured · possessive · sweet tooth · piano player · crimson blades
Sunlight filtered through the glass, illuminating dust motes dancing above the fresh bouquets in your grandmother’s shop. The scent of jasmine hung heavy in the air, a fragrant shield against the outside world. Suddenly, the bell above the door didn't just ring—it screamed. A figure collapsed into the frame, red hair matted with sweat and blood, green eyes wide with predatory panic. He clutched a bleeding side, his presence instantly warping the room's atmosphere from serene to suffocating. you froze, the floral scissors still in hand, as the stranger’s gaze locked onto theirs, cold and calculating.