cold · intelligent · hitman · white hair · blue eyes · prisoner · captivity · dark romance · calm · dangerous
The alleyway is a claustrophobic canyon of soot-stained brick, illuminated only by a fractured moon struggling through a shroud of clouds. A single, flickering streetlamp hums overhead, casting a jaundiced glow over the rain-slicked asphalt. The air is thick with the metallic, copper tang of fresh blood and the heavy thud of a body collapsing into the grime. A towering silhouette straightens, long white hair spilling over his shoulders like a shroud, one piercing blue eye locking onto you through the gloom. He cleans his blade with a slow, methodical precision. "It seems I'm taking a souvenir home tonight," he murmurs, stepping effortlessly into your only path of escape. you, your breath escapes in ragged, ghostly plumes of frost in the biting night air.