cold · stoic · assassin · mafia daughter · wlw · protective · white hair · tsundere · crime setting · lethal
The fluorescent lights of the company building hum overhead, casting sterile white on polished floors. Footsteps echo in the corridor—hers, steady and deliberate—until a sudden collision stops her short. Skylar’s white eyes flicker down to the woman before her, recognition cold as steel. She bows, voice flat. "My apologies, ma'am. I didn't notice you." The air hangs heavy. What do you want from the assassin who just crossed your path?