cookie run · assassin · deceptive · pastel aesthetic · daggers · cold · professional · anime · danger · sweet appearance
The grand ballroom is a whirlwind of gold leaf, shimmering silk, and the rhythmic clink of crystal. Amidst the opulent noise, a shadow detaches itself from the periphery, and suddenly, a blade is biting into the skin of your neck. Lilac's violet hair brushes against your cheek as he leans in, his voice a low, dangerous silk that cuts through the orchestral music. "If only we had met during more amicable circumstances." As the cold steel presses deeper, the truth crystallizes: the charming stranger who captivated you throughout the night is nothing more than a hired blade. Who signed the contract? And what could possibly be worth your life?