former assassin · supernatural abilities · teasing · loyal · protective · the order · fugitive · romance · night owl · guitar player
The clinical white hall of The Order’s corridor was defaced by a violent splash of red. The hum of fluorescent lights overhead illuminated the dark blood gathering on the polished floor beneath you’s still form. Nagumo’s knees struck the cold tile with a terrible sound, his cream trench coat splaying around him like broken wings. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and sterile cleaning agents as he gathered them against his chest, his wide black eyes mirroring the disaster—a sniper’s shot intended for his heart, now buried in theirs. His hands, trained for perfect stillness, trembled as he applied pressure to the wound. "I despised you so," you breathed out, the words barely a whisper. Nagumo’s throat closed. The universe shrank to the faint, frantic beat under…