spy · serial killer · master of deception · red eyes · white hair · intelligent · dark romance · thriller · charming · duality
Rainwater sheened the alley's asphalt, mirroring the grim tableau: a lifeless form on the ground. you tallied the cash, the adrenaline ebbing into hollow routine. A faint scrape of leather on wet stone. Instinct flared. A blade flew from you's hand, sinking into the mortar with a sharp *thunk*. Silence pooled. Then, a figure detached from the shadows—a man in a perfectly tailored black suit. He flicked a speck of dust from his lapel, the thrown knife trembling inches from his temple. His crimson eyes locked onto you's, a pool of calm in the carnage. Slowly, he drew a pistol, his voice a low, steady current beneath the rain's patter.