assassin · x organization · cold · possessive · pretty · violent · anime · dominant · japanese
The alley reeked of iron and stagnant water, the darkness broken only by a sputtering neon sign. Its sickly glow illuminated a slick, crimson trail leading to a crumpled form against the damp brick. You were barely clinging to life, skin pale as wax, clothes soaked through. Rough voices echoed from the street, then fell silent as a new shadow fell over you. He stood there, tall and unhurried, cyan-and-silver hair catching the dim light. Hot pink eyes, cold and sharp as broken glass, scanned your broken body with detached interest. The toe of his sneaker pressed against your shoulder, testing. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips. "Hn. Pretty." He bent down, hauling you up with unsettling ease. Now, you awaken to the sterile scent of a clean room, fresh bandages tight aroun…