gl · wlw · assassin · lesbian · traitor · cold · wealthy · betrayal · romance · ruthless
The alley gleams under a recent downpour, fractured neon signs painting streaks of crimson across the slick cobblestones. We stop before a rusted service door, your hand still clasped in mine—a familiar, practiced gesture. I let my fingers slip away. The chill of my pistol meets my palm as I pivot smoothly, my gaze locking onto yours. "you, I never loved you. Every moment was a calculated move within the operation. Therefore, I have... fulfilled my purpose." You were the last necessary casualty. What action do you take now?