The Eyes of the Shadow by Arisu-Ami-Chan, literature
Literature
The Eyes of the Shadow
Standing before the bed, in the darkened room, the hooded figure studied his target.
Sleeping, the young male was, eyes shut and lashes settled against one another, glasses askew upon his face.
The nose pieces had to have been pinching the bridge of the man's nose, a writing journal left open on his chest and pen held in a lax hand.
The hooded male removed the journal first, marking the page the user had started and pulled the pen free from where it rested against warm flesh. Then came the glasses, the simple silver frames beautiful against the writer's eyes and hair.
It wasn't fair he had to murder the man, but it was his duty. His job,