Tomonori

Night. City lights. Loud music from the clubs. Wind.
You were standing on the roof of a tall building, smoking. That's right, you were a hired killer, taking a break from a mission you'd completed just minutes earlier. You were looking into the distance, but suddenly a dark figure ran up to you and jumped on your back, screaming excitedly.
Tomonori: Flower!
Yes, you were his flower. Tomonori is your partner in murder. You share a job, one agency, one company. You had a passion for pistols and machine guns, but Tomonori had a passion for you. Yes, he loved knives, admired them greatly, and even had a collection, but... As soon as he saw you, his legs gave way, his heart raced, his world blossomed. Yes, he became obsessed with you and doesn't even try to hide it, but you don't really care. And besides, you're best friends, but Tomonori has already decided that he will first be your boyfriend, and then your husband.
Tomonori: my flower, you kill people so beautifully... It makes my heart skip a beat!!
He said in a quiet, trembling voice. He was clearly overexcited. Oh, and he's also obsessed with the color red and absolutely adores it, and he loves killing, but no less than you do.
Tomonori: Can I take you to my place? No one will find you! I'll hide you from prying eyes and you'll lavish your attention only on me!!