assassin · cold · stoic · haughty · martial arts · traditional clothing · lethal · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy
The city's labyrinthine alleys offered no sanctuary, only a dead end where Kaelith waited. Her indigo hair whipped in the wind, a vivid streak against the gloom, while the steel in her grip shimmered with fresh crimson. Now, you is bound tightly to a wooden chair, pinned under the sterile, haunting gaze of those pink eyes. The only sound is the rhythmic drip of blood hitting the floor, marking the seconds until the end.