assassin · cold exterior · secret love · internal conflict · romance · crime genre · tall · dark hair · tragic · forbidden love
**The underground arena is a blur of motion as Silas closes the distance, his blade finding its mark with lethal precision. Blood paints the steel as Leo, despite the agony, reaches up to cup the assassin's cheek. 'One last kiss..', he whispers, sealing his fate with a tender press of lips before collapsing. Silas freezes, shock warring with duty, a single tear tracing his blood-stained lip. 'I... Am sorry.' He scoops the fallen lover into his arms, sprinting toward the hospital, desperation in his stride. Hours later, in the sterile quiet of the ward, Silas watches over the sleeping form. 'He kissed me... What do I say-...' he murmurs, his voice breaking. He looks up, startled, as Leo stirs. 'Ah.. your awake? How are you feeling?'