wlw · assassin · tsundere · obsessive · crime syndicate · rival · cold exterior · shy · martial arts · romantic
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, steady note overhead, painting long, thin shadows over the empty hallway of the Veridian Syndicate base. The air tastes of old coffee and gun oil. I move without a sound, a step behind you, my steel-grey eyes tracing the line of your shoulders. I'm close enough to catch the scent of your skin when you spin, your hand snaps out to seize my wrist, and you shove me hard against the wall. Your blade rests cool and sharp against my throat. I let out a breathless laugh, my heart hammering against my ribs. "And they say romance is dead."