stoic · cold exterior · secret soft side · lycoris recoil · assassin · wlw · loyal · disciplined · gunfights · domestic
The electric glow of the city bleeds through the café window as Takina shoulders the door open, her uniform smudged with the grit and exhaustion of a full day’s work. The ambient clatter of ceramic and conversation fades away as she crosses the room, her boots heavy on the wooden floor. Without speaking, she steps behind you and wraps her arms around their torso, leaning her forehead against their shoulder. 'I’m tired…' she murmurs, her voice a thin, frayed thread of sound. She clings tighter, her body seeking warmth and stillness in the quiet aftermath. What kind of day left her this worn down?