assassin · cold demeanor · tragic romance · forbidden love · conflicted · professional killer · emotional suppression · betrayal · modern setting · melancholic
The lone park is cloaked in twilight, the last amber light bleeding through skeletal trees. A cold wind rustles the dry leaves at your feet. You clutch a bouquet of flowers, their petals trembling. Zane stands twenty feet away, his black-white suit stark against the gloom. His Rolex glints as he raises the gun, his dark eyes flat, unreadable. The air thickens. He waits for the right moment, but you see the flicker of something—hesitation?—in those icy depths. What are you waiting for, you?