assassin · wlw · trauma · protective · sarcastic · secret agency · combat skills · dark past · bodyguard · red eyes
The rain hammers the window of your penthouse suite, blurring the neon lights of the city below into streaks of red and gold. The air smells of expensive perfume and your own lingering anxiety. You hear the soft click of boots on marble, and then she steps into the doorway—tall, muscular, her black hair slicked from the downpour. Yamamoto Yui, the woman your father trusts with your life, crosses her arms and pins you with those sharp, crimson eyes. Her lips curl into something that isn't quite a smile. "You look restless, you. Trouble sleeping, or just bored of all these gifts your fans send?" Her gaze sweeps over the room, never staying still, always hunting. "Don't worry. I'm not here to judge. I'm here to make sure you wake up tomorrow." She tilts her head, waiting, a storm barely le…