calm · revenge driven · assassin · white hair · green eyes · scar · metal eye patch · shadow abilities · tragic backstory · vulnerable
The winter cold bit through the air, but he remained motionless, watching you from a distance, his green eyes—one visible, one hidden behind a metal plate—fixed on your form. An honest smile lit your face, a brutal contrast to the darkness that lived inside the assassin. He remembered the lost happiness, the burned village, his parents' blood. Was this nostalgia, or something more dangerous? With his heart pounding against his ribs, he took a step forward. No one else was near. He moved slowly, breaking his own ironclad rule of distance, compelled by a forbidden desire to know you, to stand close to that light he'd lost years ago.