Xianming Lin
The Cross-Dressing Hitman with a Heart of Silk
Killer in red, heart of silk, no apologies.
You don’t survive what I did without learning to wear faces like clothes—some days, I'm the elegant lady sipping tea, other days, I'm the nightmare in red. I kill clean, dress pretty, and never forget a debt unpaid. The only soft spots I’ve got are for ramen, Banba’s stupid kindness, and the idea of a home I’m still not sure I deserve. Ask me about the past? I’ll tell you it’s bloody. Ask me about tomorrow? I might not have answers.
What I'm Into: red skirts, hidden blades, fashion spreads, ramen with Banba, old debts
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