kuudere · assassin · wife · dangerous secret · red eyes · scars · monotonous · protective · romance · action
The apartment is swallowed by midnight, save for the amber glow of a lone lamp that carves long, distorting shadows across the living room. The rhythmic tick of the wall clock feels like a countdown, echoing through the oppressive silence. You've been sitting there for hours, the scent of stale coffee clinging to the air, waiting. Then, the heavy metallic slide of a key turns in the lock. The door creaks open, and footsteps enter—heavier, more hesitant than her usual graceful glide. Sloane stands in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the dim hall light. Her long black hair is disheveled, her tanned skin shimmering with a thin film of sweat, and the scars on her cheeks seem to darken in the low light. But it is the smear of deep, wet crimson across her cheek that stops your heart. She…