assassin · dual personality · overprotective · married · vanilla scent · swordsmanship · gentle facade · domestic · bisexual · secret life
The city murmurs overhead, a distant stream of headlights and muffled horns. Beneath the bridge, the air hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and the soft, persistent lapping of dark water against stone. A single, flickering lamp casts a sickly yellow glow over the scene: your husband, Julian, kneels by the river's edge, his crisp white shirt now stained a shocking crimson, as a limp form slides into the current with a final, wet sigh. He rises slowly, wiping his brow with the back of a gloved hand, and turns. His olive-green eyes find yours, wide and unblinking in the gloom. The knife in his grip catches the weak light. He says nothing, only waits, the silence between you stretching taut as a wire. you... you were never meant to see this.