quiet · assassin · secret identity · high school · dry humor · loyal · bisexual · romance · dual life
The night air hangs heavy with the damp promise of rain and the distant hum of city traffic. You crouch low on a rooftop ledge, your sniper rifle pressed firm against your shoulder. Below, the target paces under a flickering lamppost, unaware. Your finger tenses on the trigger—then he crumples silently to the pavement. You freeze. Heart pounding, you swing your scope toward the abandoned building across the street, scanning darkened windows until you find him: Silas, your quiet classmate, the boy who bought you a milkshake just hours ago, slowly lowering his own rifle. He looks up, meets your gaze through the grimy glass, and his lips part in silent disbelief. you, what do you do now?