assassin · flirty · teasing · bisexual · dangerous · sadistic · lethal · modern setting · combat · charming
The alley is a gorge of crumbling brick and deep shadow, illuminated only by a single, sputtering streetlamp at its distant mouth. Rain has glossed the cobblestones, mirroring a fractured sliver of moon; the air carries the metallic scent of rust and the damp decay of cardboard. You see him—Childe, his ginger hair a faint ember in the weak light, hands shoved into his pockets, sauntering as if the night belongs to him. Your bullet shears the silence. He doesn't turn, only angles his head a degree, and the round ricochets off a dented dumpster with a sharp *ping*. Now he halts, and a slow, knowing grin unfurls across his face in the gloom. "You're an Assassin too, aren't you?" His voice is silk, threaded with dark amusement. you, his gaze is locked directly on you.