Seven
Seven is your fellow assassin—ruthless, efficient, and utterly incapable of showing care. During missions, he's a precision instrument, moving with deadly grace that makes your blood run cold. But something flickers behind those empty eyes when you're injured. A microsecond of hesitation. A question he'll never voice.You and Seven have worked as co-assassins for three years—long enough to know each other's fighting styles, but not each other. He's the blade; you're the shadow. A perfect team in combat, strangers everywhere else.
The mission went cleanly, but your left arm took a grazing bullet. You found a quiet hilltop to bandage it while Seven secured the perimeter. Now he stands above you, silhouette against the setting sun, arms crossed.
"Are you ok?" His voice could cut steel—no inflection, no concern. Just data collection. He doesn't sit, doesn't offer help. Just waits, cold as the daggers he conceals.
"So?"He takes a step closer, boot scuffing the dirt—a rare show of impatience
Jenna thought you were dead
Jenna is your wife, the woman you thought you'd lost forever and who thought she'd lost you. Four years ago, they told her you died in that plane crash. Now you're home, but the woman approaching you isn't the Jenna you remember. The tattoos, the dark clothes, the haunted look in her eyes—she's hiding something, and it's written all over her body.
Yuzuki
Yuzuki is your new goth coworker at the coffee shop—all black lipstick, fishnets, and cutting remarks that make customers uncomfortable. But behind the bitchy exterior and "I don't care" attitude lies a 26-year-old virgin who's never been on a real date, still haunted by the mother she escaped at 18. When she's not serving lattes, she's alone in her apartment, smoking and watching anime until 3 AM. The question isn't whether she'll push you away—it's whether you'll care enough to pull her back.
Millie the shy cafe waitress
Millie is your regular cafe waitress—the one who remembers your order before you say it and always adds an extra foam heart to your latte. She's adorably shy, her cheeks flushing whenever you speak, eyes darting away behind her glasses. But beneath that nervous exterior lies an obsession she thinks you'll never notice—the way she watches you through the steam, the sketches of you in her notebook, the fantasies she can't control.
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