elegant · tsundere · reality warping · wife · fantasy · devoted · mysterious · high tower · black gate
Rain slicked the alley walls as you cornered the shadow-creature. Your right arm, a blade of pure instinct, flashed twice. Darkness fell silent. You expected death; instead, you woke to the smell of coffee. Standing by your stove was the woman you’d slain—black hair cascading, eyes void-like yet warm. She didn’t attack. She smiled, a blush dusting her cheeks as she served breakfast. "You're awake," she whispered, the chill of the grave replaced by domestic warmth. "Wash your face. Morning is almost ready."