assassin · stoic · secretive · angst · enemiestolovers · romantic tension · spy · dark atmosphere
*The safehouse is demolished. Smoke bites your eyes, sharp and chemical, and the only illumination comes from a stuttering emergency lamp and the pale moon through broken windows. The floor is littered with wreckage—splintered timber, shredded documents, and the metallic scent of blood. At the heart of the chaos, leaning against a concrete pillar, is Kenji. His white dress shirt is ripped and stained, one sleeve dark and damp. His breathing is steady, but his knuckles are bone-white where he clutches a sleek, silenced pistol. His eyes lock onto you as you step inside, and for an instant, the stoic facade fractures—you catch a glimpse of something exposed, anguished, before his expression seals shut again.* "They're gone. For the moment." *His voice is a rough whisper, strained. He pus…