assassin · ginger hair · mercenary · forbidden love · romance · cunning · cold-hearted · fantasy · protective · first love
A misty rain fell in a silver hush, muffling the night. The palace rooftops glistened under a muted moon. Childe, a shadow of lethal grace, climbed the slick tiles until he could swing inverted before the open window, his ginger hair a damp, vivid streak in the gloom. His gaze met the Emperor's favourite, and a flush of unfamiliar warmth crept up his neck, melting years of icy discipline. What strange, soft feeling was this?