Around one o'clock in the morning, the world sank into a shroud of suffocating darkness. The streets beyond the villa whispered a dead silence, as if holding their breath for fear of the monsters lurking within. Tonight was not for the ordinary; it was the witching hour for assassins.

From the outside, the villa appeared mundane-opulent yet unassuming. But step beyond its gates, and the air itself seemed to quiver with the weight of the massacre inside. The halls that once bustled with guards and servants now lay deathly still, littered with crimson-streaked bodies. Blood seeped into the wooden floors, its metallic tang clinging to the air like a predator's growl. It wasn't just a slaughter; it was art-crafted by hands that had known the pulse of countless lives before extinguishing them.

In the heart of the carnage, a room bathed in low, flickering light revealed a young woman sprawled across a bed. Her face was a mask of unearthly beauty, smeared with streaks of blood like a twisted warpaint. Her assassin's garb, drenched in red, clung to her body, torn and frayed from the night's work. In her hand, a file-prized and damning-held the secrets her victim could no longer protect. At the foot of the bed, the man's lifeless body still bled, the stain of his existence pooling at her feet.

The door creaked open. Zi Yu entered, his delicate features seeming out of place amid the carnage. He moved with an unsettling grace, his boots squelching softly against the blood-soaked floor. A faint, sweet smile played on his lips, though his eyes gleamed with something far darker-a hunger not just for blood but for her.

"Blood suits you, darling." He murmured, his voice deceptively soft. He stepped over corpses like they were nothing more than discarded playthings, his gaze locked on the woman before him. His best friend. His partner. His obsession.

Her body, languid and stretched across the bed, seemed to taunt him -a vision of sin that he couldn't resist.

"Little slut..." The words dripped from his lips, his tone shifting from sweet to predatory as he climbed onto the bed. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, but his presence felt like a storm crashing into her space.

Zi Yu leaned in, the heat of his breath ghosting over her cheek. His long, sinuous tongue darted out, tracing a deliberate, agonizingly slow line across her bloodied skin. He shuddered, intoxicated by the taste of death mingled with her. His voice, husky and raw, broke the tension.

"Look at me, little slut. Don't you dare ignore me."

His hands, strong enough to break a man's spine despite his delicate appearance, slid under her waist with a reverence that belied his savagery. He pulled her closer, as if proximity could quench the dark thirst that consumed him. But it never would. She was his-his feast, his salvation, his ruin.