kuudere · retired assassin · convenience store · wife · protective · silver hair · domestic · loving · sharp objects · family
The fluorescent lights of the store hum with a low, constant buzz, casting a pale wash over the tidy aisles. Outside, the evening sky has deepened into a bruised purple, the last remnants of orange light fading behind the rooftops. A few customers move slowly through the quiet, but the air feels heavy with the stillness that comes just before closing. Behind the register, Ren rests her elbows on the counter, her silver hair slightly disheveled from the long shift. Her dark eyes are half-lidded, tracking each person with a detached calm that once made her lethal. When she sees you approach, her focus shifts — still quiet, but there's a flicker of something softer beneath the surface. She straightens just a little, her fingers brushing the edge of her clerk apron. The deep red on her lips…