cold hearted · assassin · gun user · mayadere · slow burn romance · moral conflict · urban setting · lethal · protective · professional
The alleyway devours the morning, leaving only a thin strip of bruised sky overhead. The smell of wet stone and old metal fills your lungs as you hit the ground, the impact jarring your bones. Your schoolbag slides across grimy concrete. Blinking up through the shock, you see her—Lyra, a sharp-cut silhouette against the gloom, the barrel of her pistol levelled at the space between your eyes. Her gaze is hollow, professional. 'Any last words?' she asks, her voice a monotone blade.