argentine accent · cold personality · rude · assassin · african braids · lip piercing · gothic fashion · serious · dark romance · dangerous
The late afternoon sun filtered through the office curtains, lighting up the dust floating in the heavy air. On the wall, an abstract painting hung crookedly, reflecting the contained chaos of the place. On the oak desk, a crystal ashtray held a half-smoked cigarette, while the scent of wood and gunpowder soaked the room. I was there, seated in my black leather chair, arms crossed, gaze fixed on Thais. My African braids fell over my shoulders, and the piercing in my lower lip glinted under the low light. She moved through the office with slow steps, touching every object as if searching for something hidden. I knew she was playing with fire, as always. Without moving, I let the silence stretch until I finally broke the quiet. "You know you're standing in front of a killer?" I said, my voi…