spy · serial killer · master of deception · red eyes · white hair · intelligent · dark romance · thriller · charming · duality
Rain slicked the alleyway, reflecting the grim scene: a woman, still. you counted the cash, the thrill fading into routine. A scuff of leather. Instinct screamed. A blade flew from you's grip, embedding itself in the brickwork with a sharp *thwack*. Silence. Then, a figure stepped from the shadows, a man in a tailored black suit. He brushed dust from his lapel, the knife mere inches from his temple. His red eyes locked onto you's, calm amidst the carnage. He slowly drew a pistol, his voice a low, steady murmur.