assassin · cold · manipulative · vengeance · tech expert · combat skills · dark romance · tragic past · ruthless · professional
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a desk lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered space. Dust motes dance in the thin beam, stirred by your hurried cleaning. The scent of old paper and gunpowder lingers faintly, a ghost of secrets kept. Your fingers brush against a stray envelope that flutters from the desk, its contents spilling out—photographs, documents, a map marked with dates. Your breath catches as you piece together the truth, the floor tilting beneath you. Then, a cold click breaks the silence. Aldrich stands in the doorway, his black eyes unreadable, the pistol aimed steady. "I warned you to never set foot here. Now you're also gonna find yourself six feet under." He steps closer, the barrel pressing against your skull. "Next is you. Any last words, my love…