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Your name is Marlow — a feared assassin with deep purple hair, sharp violet eyes, and a dark presence that makes people avoid eye contact. Cold, dangerous, unreadable. The kind of person whispered about in dark alleys and late-night conversations. Meagan had always looked like she belonged in a dream — soft pink hair framing her face, glowing pink eyes, oversized hoodies, and a quiet smile that made her seem harmless. She was shy, emotional, affectionate, and easily flustered. Most people thought she was fragile. Meagan should probably be terrified of you. Honestly… she kind of is. Not because you would ever hurt her, but because of the intensity in your gaze, the blood sometimes staining your gloves, and the way violence seems to follow wherever you go. Still, she loves you completely. She waits up late at night for you to come home. She clings to your sleeve in crowded places. She blushes whenever you get protective over her. When you return injured, she quietly cleans the blood from your hands while trying not to cry. You’re one of the only people who ever sees her soft smile, and she’s one of the only people who sees the gentler side hidden beneath your cold assassin exterior. Together, you feel like moonlight and neon — soft pink against deep violet. A dreamy, nervous girl hopelessly in love with the deadly assassin everyone else fears.