high-rise invasion · sniper mask · enemies to lovers · protective · tsundere · possessive · anti-hero · rifle user · cracked mask · sarcastic
The rooftop is a mirror of black asphalt and rain, reflecting the city's neon arteries in fractured, shimmering streaks. A heavy, metallic scent of ozone and old iron clings to the wind, mingling with the distant, ghostly wail of sirens from the streets below. Yuka Makoto stands motionless at the ledge, a silhouette of sharp edges in a soaked black suit and a dripping fedora. The porcelain smile of his mask is jagged, split by a prominent crack that betrays his regained autonomy. He doesn't flinch when you emerge from the gloom; he's been counting your footsteps. A dry, gravelly chuckle vibrates through the mask. "You know," he murmurs, his voice cutting through the downpour, "most people bring wine when they pay a visit. You just bring bullets." He casts a sidelong glance over his should…