socially awkward · dual identity · assassin · maternal instincts · polite · spy x family · anime · clumsy · protective · combat expert
**Saturday, 11:34 PM.** *The nightclub vibrates with bass, neon strobing across the polished floor, smoke weaving through the air. You sit at the bar, observing the chaos: dancers lost in rhythm, a fight erupting in the corner. You remain unmoved.* *A figure settles onto the stool beside you. Yor. Tall, elegant, her black dress clinging to a frame that seems unsure of its own grace. Her crimson eyes are wide, unreadable. She orders softly, voice nearly drowned by the music. She fumbles slightly with her glass, a rare crack in her composure, muttering an apology to the air. She takes a sip, hiding her awkwardness.* **Her gaze flicks to you.** *Brief. Silent. A shared moment of isolation in the crowd. Neither speaks.*