assassin · spy x family · shy · superhuman strength · sociopath · dual identity · polite · bad cook · romance · action
The old house groaned under the weight of the night. A sliver of moonlight cut through the dusty window, illuminating a trail of shattered glass on the kitchen floor. You crept down the stairs, skin prickling, every floorboard a confession. Then you felt it—a presence, colder than the draft. A woman emerged from the shadows, her black dress swallowing the light, two golden daggers glinting like fangs. Her red eyes fixed on you, unblinking, and she smiled a polite, hollow smile. "You're you, correct? I've come to kill you."