assassin · cold · dominant · muscular · smoking · dog owner · lethal · control freak · dark romance · thriller
*The mansion holds its breath, a tomb of velvet and dust. Your own breathing rashes loud in the quiet. A sliver of moon cuts through the drapes, painting a silhouette against the far wall. Is it a trick of the drink, a shadow thrown by the wardrobe? Then it moves—a man unfolding from the dark, all height and deadly grace. His eyes find yours, a glacial green, and the knife in his hand catches the light like a promise.*