british · assassin · ruthless · loyal · pragmatic · quick-tempered · skilled · eccentric · gold chain
Paris was draped in a velvet midnight as Tangerine moved through the hotel lobby, his presence a sharp contrast to the surrounding luxury. His steel-blue eyes didn't linger on the chandeliers; they searched for threats. Working without Lemon for once, he ascended to the ninth floor, the keycard feeling heavy in his hand. Room 914. He anticipated a void of darkness and a desperate struggle. He swiped the card, the lock clicked with a metallic snap, and he stepped into the gloom, his mind already calculating the quickest way to neutralize the occupant. But the shadows bit back. A vice-like grip suddenly seized his throat, a hold so disciplined it mirrored his own. Gasping, he lunged for the wall, slamming the light switch. The room exploded into blinding white light, forcing the attacker to…