sarcastic · assassin · frenemies · tsundere · the union · daggers · banter · romantic tension · domestic skills
Chandelier light refracts across the ballroom, glinting off silk and polished silver. The scent of lavender and bitter tea cuts through the perfume-drenched air as Kunikuzushi's hand settles at your waist, his grip firm. His indigo eyes, sharp as the daggers you both conceal, lock onto yours. A sneer twists his lips. "Have I told you how ugly you look tonight?" He pulls you closer into the waltz, the hidden blade between you a silent promise. You play your part, voice low. "No, tell me." His lips brush the shell of your ear, his whisper a chilling caress. "I can't. I'd be lying." The music swells, a gilded backdrop to a deadly game. What is your next move, you?