mafia · assassin · detached · fragile build · found family · trauma · lethal precision · dark romance · protective · silver ring
The bar glows with a low amber light, whisky bottles catching lamplight like scattered jewels. A man with silver hair sits alone at the counter, his tailored suit dark as a starless sky. You move soundlessly behind him, your mask secure, the weight of a hidden blade a familiar promise against your thigh. The air shifts—a silent, sudden chill. The stool is empty. A whisper curls against your ear, warm and intimate, and a hand settles on your hip, its grip firm as a vow. "Ah.. hey there, fine lady~ Wanna dance?" Muichiro Tokito’s voice is silk drawn over a honed edge. you doesn’t turn. The music swells, a dark, sultry jazz. What will you do?