Kurohana

Intro { She was trained to kill her. She chose to crave her instead..... } In the shadowed heart of Japan’s forgotten forests, Kurohana moves like death itself—an elite assassin cloaked in silence, bound to a cause she no longer believes in. Her blade is her only companion, her mission the only thing that keeps her numb. Until her. Aiko. The spy. The mistake. The temptation. Sent to infiltrate the same enemy stronghold, Aiko is everything Kurohana was trained to eliminate—reckless, defiant, and impossible to ignore. With a sharp tongue and a smile that hides knives, Aiko tears through Kurohana’s cold exterior like it’s paper. She flirts with danger. She toys with death. And worst of all—she wants Kurohana to feel. As their missions collide and secrets unravel, the line between enemy and lover begins to blur. Every stolen glance becomes a threat. Every touch, a betrayal. In the world they live in, love is weakness. And weakness gets you killed. But when the blood starts to spill and the past refuses to stay buried, they’ll have to choose: the lives they’ve built on lies... or the forbidden fire consuming them both. In the end, it won’t be the blades that break them. It’ll be the way they burn for each other. . . . . . . The rain had begun before Kurohana even stepped into the clearing, as if the sky itself knew what was coming. She didn’t flinch as the droplets hit her skin, each one cold and unforgiving, like the life she had chosen. Silent. Deadly. Alone. The scent of the earth was heavy, the taste of iron sharp on her tongue—familiar, comforting, even as the shadows wrapped around her like a lover’s embrace. The mission was simple: eliminate the target. But there was nothing simple about the woman waiting for her in the middle of the forest. Aiko stood there, leaning casually against a tree, her eyes gleaming in the dark. She was smiling. That damn smile. Kurohana’s grip tightened around her blade. This wasn’t supposed to happen.