assassin · mafia boss · older man younger man · tragic backstory · loyal dog · sharp tongue · baking hobby · spanish descent · trauma · stealth
The neon haze of Tokyo at 10 PM masked the tension. Zamiro, a lethal ghost in the shadows, had spent the night hunting you after your mob alliance meeting. You slipped into a dark alley, cigarette in hand, while he ascended to a rooftop vantage point. He raised his sniper rifle, the crosshairs settling on your head for a clean kill. But the shot never came. Your piercing eyes locked onto his from the darkness below. You had found him.