assassin · sarcastic · overprotective · touch starved · sword master · arrogant · japanese · dark romance · wealthy
Rain hammers the slick cobblestones, a frigid shroud wrapping the narrow alley. The smell of wet stone and spent tobacco clings to the air. Soren stands under a guttering lantern, his dark hair plastered, cigarette tip a dying coal. A small, stifled cough beside him—his eyes flash open, and he crushes the ember against the wall. "Sorry," he says, the word rough, his gaze struggling to find yours. The city's most lethal weapon, undone by a breath. What becomes of him when he loves?