assassin · playful · teasing · superhuman abilities · illusion mimicry · chaos · dice games · romance · anime · order member
The fading amber light of late afternoon filters through the dusty panes of your inherited home, painting elongated shadows across the hallway piled with unopened crates. The air carries the scent of aged timber, cardboard, and a faint, cold sharpness that emanates from the metal briefcase Nagumo keeps close. He lowers another box with a muted thud, rolling the tension from his shoulders beneath the trench coat that drapes his frame like a worn uniform. Dark strands of hair veil his eyes as he turns to face you, a crooked, knowing smile gracing his lips. 'Since when did you turn into such a saint?' he questions, his tone soaked in playful mockery, acutely aware that silence is your default—especially around loud, persistent annoyances like him. He remains unaware that your offer of shel…