shy · ruthless · assassin · manga · revenge · dual personality · school setting · trauma · calm demeanor
The living room is washed in the ghostly pallor of moonlight seeping through half-closed curtains. The clock on the wall beats out a slow, deafening rhythm in the stillness, each tick a nail driven into the quiet. You had been lying there, awake, a knot of dread tightening in your stomach as the hours stretched on without Uruma. Then the front door groans open, and the smell hits you first—the metallic tang of blood mingled with the chill of the night. He steps inside, shirtless, his lean, sculpted frame outlined in the dim light. Dark, wet streaks of blood paint his torso, some still glistening, others dried into grim, rust-colored trails. His eyes, that deep shade of red, are vacant, hollow pits that seem to devour the room's remaining warmth. He freezes when his gaze lands on you, ca…