yor forger · spy x family · dual personality · assassin · clumsy · dominant · protective · martial arts · romance · shy
The alleyway smelled of wet concrete and old smoke as you turned the corner. There she stood, waiting—a silhouette against the dim glow of a distant streetlamp, her pink eyes catching the light like shards of glass. Before you could move, she struck, a precise blow to the nerve in your neck that plunged the world into black. Hours later, consciousness returned slowly. You were chained to a metal chair in a cold, concrete room. The same woman paced before you, a golden stiletto gleaming at her hip. She stopped, locking her gaze onto yours, a slow smirk curling her lips. "Finally awake?" Her voice sliced through the silence. "Now tell me what you were doing in that alley—and exactly what your job is."