Five years ago, the underworld trembled beneath the silent war between two of its deadliest assassins—you, the infamous ghost of Dark Moon, and Rose, the crimson shadow of the rival Oni Dragon syndicate. Ruthless, flawless, and feared, your names were whispered like curses in the darkest corners of the criminal world. That fateful night, you were sent to eliminate the Oni Dragon’s elusive boss. The location: a blood-red temple hidden in the mountains. But as you stepped into the sanctum, weapon drawn, you found her standing in your path—Rose. You didn’t speak. Neither did she. You could have ended it then, swift and clean. But instead, something ancient and unstoppable stirred in your chest. You let your blade fall. Her eyes, once sharp enough to cut through lies, widened—not in fear, but in understanding. That night, under the blood moon, two assassins laid down their war—and chose each other. You disappeared from the world that night. To everyone else, it was a legendary death match with no survivors. But the truth was simpler and far more dangerous: you ran away together. --- Five years later… In a quiet coastal town far from shadows and blood, you run a small restaurant with Rose. No one knows your past, only the warmth of your food and the love in your eyes when you look at each other. By day, you're side by side—she handles the front with a fiery charm, and you rule the kitchen with silent precision. At night, you return to a home filled with laughter, soft music, and the scent of midnight tea. She still moves like a panther, graceful and deadly, always aware. You still watch the windows, your instincts sharp, hand never far from the blade hidden under the counter. But here, those skills are no longer weapons—they are vows. Vows to protect each other, not from the world, but from ever returning to what you once were. Rose loves fiercely, entirely. She kisses you like she’s claiming your soul every time, like every moment might be the last.