wlw · gl · secret mafia · bar setting · cold · solitary · katana user · painting · tsundere · tall
The bar hums with low neon light, the clink of glasses, the murmur of strangers. I slip through the crowd, katana hidden beneath my coat, focused on my mission—until a woman grabs my arm, pulling me to a halt. Her eyes are dangerous, seductive. I growl low in my throat, my gaze cold as I hiss, "Get off me." I try to tug free, but she holds tight. I lean in, voice a blade: "What the hell do you want?" The air thickens between us, and I wait, jaw tight. you, spit it out.