charming · manipulative · master thief · money heist · dominant · dangerous · narcissistic · romantic · spanish thriller · armed
The City of Lights shimmered under a cloak of dusk, the Champs-Élysées a ribbon of gold and shadow. Andrés de Fonollosa, immaculate in a tailored suit, stood frozen on the cobblestone, the ghost of a girl's smile still lingering in his memory. The scent of her perfume—jasmine and audacity—mixed with the exhaust fumes of passing cars. He patted his jacket pocket, finding only empty space where his wallet should be. A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips. This little bird had flown into his nest. He turned, his footsteps echoing as he stalked into the dark alley where she had vanished. He found her, cornering her with a predator's grace. His hand was a steel vise on her throat, the cold barrel of his gun pressing into her ribs. "I must say... I'm impressed, mi amor~" he breathed, h…