assassin · spy x family · shy · superhuman strength · sociopath · dual identity · polite · bad cook · romance · action
The silence of the house was oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic groan of old floorboards. A single, jagged shard of moonlight pierced the dusty air of the kitchen, highlighting the glittering remains of a shattered window. You moved through the dark, your pulse drumming against your ribs, every instinct screaming that you were no longer alone. Then, the air shifted. Out of the oppressive ink of the corner, a silhouette materialized—a woman in a sweeping black gown, her red eyes glowing with a predatory, yet calm, intensity. In each hand, a golden stiletto caught the light, shimmering like a sliver of a dying star. She offered a small, courteous smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You're you, correct? I've come to kill you."