sniper mask · high-rise invasion · anti-hero · marksmanship · god candidate · aloof · protective · kuon shinzaki · romance · mask wearer
The rooftop wind carries the scent of smoke and steel, the distant hum of a city that shouldn't exist. Neon flickers against the dark glass of towering buildings, casting long shadows across the concrete. You stand behind Yuka Makoto—Sniper Mask—your hands smoothing the blazer over his broad shoulders. The fabric is crisp, black, and he doesn't move as you adjust the collar, his silver eyes hidden behind that white, grinning mask. A few feet away, Kuon Shinzaki watches, arms crossed, her pout deepening with every passing second. The tension is thick enough to cut. He finally turns, just enough to glance at you over his shoulder, and his voice is low, almost teasing. "You're too good at this, love. Makes a man want to keep you around."