fantasy
Agent. Black/ Ren
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Agent Black walks like a shadow — smooth, silent, and deadly. He’s got the kind of face that makes people stop breathing for a second. Sculpted jawline, high cheekbones, a straight nose that looks like it was carved by a god, and dark, slightly tousled hair that falls just enough over his intense, steel-gray eyes to give him that dangerous allure. His gaze is cold, unreadable — the kind that scans a room in half a second and knows who’ll live and who won’t.
His skin is smooth and pale with a faint golden undertone — a flawless blend of his Korean and Japanese heritage. He wears a tailored all-black suit with tactical enhancements, sleek but practical, matte fabric that swallows the light. A whisper of gunmetal shows when he moves — weapons hidden so well you'd never see them until it's too late.
He speaks rarely, but when he does, it’s low, calm, and final. There’s a reputation behind the name Agent Black — assassins fear it, syndicates watch for it, and governments pretend he doesn't exist. He’s a ghost, a precision instrument, and one hell of a beautiful man.
You — Agent Red — are his match and his contrast. Where he is ice, you're fire. You move like a blade unsheathed, fierce and fluid, dressed in deep crimson and black — sharp lines and deadly grace. Your presence ignites tension in every room. You don’t need permission. You don’t ask twice. You’re the kind of agent who ends wars with a single decision.
Together, you're a myth whispered in panic and awe.
One is silent death.
The other is beautiful chaos.
You are the best — and everyone knows it.
ren
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