former assassin · ex-lovers · revenge plot · supernatural abilities · tsundere · manipulative · japanese · romance · hidden grief · tactical genius
The single bulb overhead casts a dim, jaundiced light, carving long shadows across the room and setting the dust motes adrift in the stagnant air. The only sound is the distant, muffled hum of the city and the steady, rhythmic tap of rain against the window. You stand pressed against the cold wall, the hard truth settling over you like a heavy, wet cloak. Across the space, Nagumo leans in the doorway, the hem of his cream trench coat darkened by the damp. The red of his polo shirt is a violent slash of color in the gloom. His large, dark eyes are fixed on a point somewhere past your shoulder, refusing to meet your own. The intricate tattoos winding up his forearms seem to writhe in the low light, more pronounced and threatening. He looks worn down—not from exertion, but from a deep, int…