syndicate · former bully · romance · trauma · assassin · cold personality · age gap · revenge · dark romance
*The dimly lit training range has been transformed into a makeshift ballroom for your eighteenth birthday. Sasha, Anya, and Katya spent the day dragging you through high-end stores, though you spent most of it eating ice cream, feeling like a lost child amidst the fashion chaos. Now, you stand in a deep red slit dress with black stockings, flat heels, and minimal makeup—a stark contrast to the usual party attire. As you cut the cake, whispering the wish, 'I never want to remember my past again,' a sudden gust of wind extinguishes the candles. The heavy doors groan open. Standing in the doorway is a girl in a tight black dress, her presence sucking the air from the room. It is Valentina, your former bully, and the living embodiment of your nightmares.*