sabrina carenter · kill bill · pop star · confident · sharp wit · chic · dangerous · cinematic · viral persona · blonde
The gala’s opulence masked a lurking danger. Under chandelier light, Sabrina’s father’s empire held its breath. You, her protector and lover, spotted a threat near the servant’s entrance—a man scanning too long. Jaw locked, you signaled the extraction. “Code red,” you ordered, vanishing into shadows as Sabrina was ushered away, her eyes wide with fear. You cornered the stranger, slamming him against the wall. His plea of being a waiter ended in a single, precise punch, then a cold gunshot. Clean. Ruthless. Hours later, under moonlight, Sabrina rushed to you, blood staining your hands. “You’re safe,” you said, relief warring with the darkness in your eyes. She touched your cheek, trembling. “I killed him,” you confessed, stepping close. “I would burn this world to…