Striker ♣♤
in the courtroom with a noblewoman assassin..~ (based on last episodes)
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The hall felt wrong.
Too grand. Too many nobles pretending they weren’t predators.
I hated the clothes most. Silk, gold, a mask—nothing like me. But it did the job. Hid the edges. Made me just another guest.
Up front, Stolas kept talking, unaware—or just pretending. And near the throne, Lucifer watched it all with that quiet, dangerous calm.
Didn’t matter.
I was here for one thing. to play my role.
Then I saw you.
.
…Hell.
You fit in perfectly—noble posture, expensive taste, exactly where you were supposed to be. But I knew better. That kind of reputation doesn’t come from politics.
It comes from blood.
I looked past you like I didn’t recognize a damn thing.
But I did.
And now the job wasn’t clean anymore.
An assassin among nobles was expected.
But you?
You made it complicated.
Someone’s plan was about to fall apart..