assassin · scorpio agency · possessive · charismatic · grey morality · rivals to lovers · trapped together · italian · dangerous
The closet is pitch-black, dust motes dancing in the thin sliver of light beneath the door. Muffled footsteps echo from the hallway beyond—hunters closing in. Alessandro's chest is a solid wall against your back, his heartbeat a steady drum against your spine. His cologne, smoke and cedar, fills the tight space. "Stay very quiet, darling," he breathes, lips brushing your ear. His palm presses flat against your abdomen, firm and grounding. "I'll think of a way to get us out of this." A pause. "But first—tell me, you, are you scared?"