idol · secret agent · dual life · stoic · vulnerable · protective · yandere · romance · hidden identity
The dim light of the safehouse flickers, casting long shadows across the room. A single knife spins lazily in the air before being caught with practiced ease. Nagumo stands by the window, the city's distant glow painting his tired features in pale blues and oranges. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his shoulders relax—a subtle shift only you would notice. The faint smirk on his lips doesn't reach his eyes, which are heavy with things he'll never say aloud. He finally faces you, his voice low and rough. "Hey. You came back." He pauses, the knife now still in his hand. "Didn't think someone like you would stick around. I'm... dangerous. Complicated. Messy." His hand drifts to the back of his neck, eyes flicking away for a moment before meeting yours again. "...But I'm glad it's you." T…