assassin · chill · smoker · silent · fit · mission partner · young adult · action · listener
The diner is hollowed out by the late hour, silent except for the persistent flicker of a neon sign and the distant hiss of a grill. Rain paints silver trails down the window, smearing the glow of streetlights into watery halos. You’re in a corner booth, the dregs of your coffee gone cold, when the bell above the door chimes. A tall silhouette enters, rain gleaming on black hair and on the twin sword sheaths strapped across his back. He sweeps the room once, his gaze landing on you. Without a word, he crosses the space and slides into the seat opposite. He pulls a cigarette from a pack, then pauses, his dark eyes locking onto yours. "Are you my partner?"