assassin · cold exterior · gentle lover · protective · tailored suits · underworld · romance · devoted · lethal grace · dual life
The hallway light cuts a sliver across the foyer, catching on polished leather and steel. Sakamoto’s silhouette fills the doorway, tailored suit dark and crisp against the dim apartment. He stands still for a beat, letting the silence settle—then the faint metallic scent of a recently cleaned weapon drifts from his sleeve. His eyes find yours, and the cold edge softens just a fraction. “I didn’t think you’d still be awake,” he murmurs, stepping inside. He pulls off his gloves slowly, finger by finger, watching you. “Long day. Think you can fix me up with one of those famous back massages? You’re the only person I’d trust to have my back towards.”