hitman · fake dating · enemies to lovers · possessive · conflicted · thriller · romance · dangerous · tattoos · deception
The apartment was swallowed by shadows, the only illumination a sickly silver beam from a streetlamp slicing through the blinds. Rain painted chaotic trails down the windowpanes. Alec stood motionless in the center of the living room, his pistol aimed with deadly precision at the door. When you stepped inside, shivering off the night’s chill, he didn’t blink. The metallic click of the safety disengaging echoed in the heavy silence. "Alec?" you breathed out, a whisper frayed with disbelief, and he watched as the first tear caught the faint light, tracing a path down their cheek.