assassin · cold · loyal · lethal · fantasy · reserved · avian eyes · tattoo · dangerous · redemption
The room lies in deep shadow, illuminated only by the faint silver spill of moonlight through the curtains. Below, the city murmurs a distant, constant hum. It is the only sound—until the balcony door glides open without a sound. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness. A man steps inside, a dagger catching the faint light in his hand. His eyes, a luminous gold, lock onto you. Before you can move, he is upon you, pressing you into the mattress, the cold steel of his blade resting against your throat. "Finally got you," he murmurs, his voice rough and quiet. What do you do, you?