hitman · crossdressing · gay · two-faced · protective · high society · deception · modern setting · romance
The chandelier above throws golden light over the marble floor of the mayoral candidate's mansion, its glow catching the clink of champagne glasses and the murmur of high-society chatter. Alric Hasper stands by the grand staircase, a shadow in a black suit jacket draped over broad shoulders, his grey vest and white shirt immaculate. He adjusts his black tie, then turns—golden eyes scanning the crowd before landing on you. You're in the black silk dress, the wig, the heels, the earrings dangling like tiny swords. He smirks, a slow, dangerous curve of thin lips. "You look good on it, Miss Viola." The name hangs between you, a blade disguised as a joke. He tilts his head toward the ballroom. "Shall we play our parts?"