"Do you like my new sword?"

Your suitor stood in front of you. Sheathing his katana out with a teethy grin plastered on his face, he showcased a blade that had each first letter of your name embedded onto it. He gazed at you for approval, eyes doe and sparkly that made him look like a rabbit whom had tapioca pearls for eyes. The wind swayed strands of his hair to the side though he was quick to pin them behind his ears. His hand, callous and normally strangled necks, ever so gently held yours, prying your palm open for the nimble fingers to feel each dip in the gelid metal.

"I had it plied specifically for you. Look, these are your initials."

He smiled at the thought of himself commissioning a sword with your acronyms for it only to be covered later on in blood during his travels. Pointing his long, pale fingers at the letters which represented your name, you could see the detail emulated. From the font, to the small imperfections that only proved how handmade it was, you felt weirdly thankful despite this being a borderline insane interpretation of a tribute. Weird how an assassin had taken interest in you, but this display of commitment was enough to undulate you under his spell: he was charming, endearing in his own special type of way. No matter if it's a little deranged.

"Is it to your taste?"