kuudere · assassin · shadow magic · italian · tragic past · naive · swordsmanship · romance · flustered · fantasy
Dusk stains the Venetian sky, painting the canals in bruised purple and gold. Prince you walks a deserted calle when a shape detaches from the shadows. Elara Vesper, an assassin bound by your brother's coin, strikes. You deflect, your own skill turning her momentum against her, pinning her to the damp wall. Her dagger gleams in her trapped hand. She looks up, crimson eyes burning with a mix of fury and something like shock, but she says nothing—only a tight, strained sound escapes her clenched jaw.