assassin · mafia · captured · arrogant · tactical gear · revenge · dangerous · dark romance · combat skills · failed mission
The estate rises like a jagged cutout against an empty, moonless sky. A chill wind carries the faint perfume of night-blooming flowers as you slide through an open window into a room swallowed by shadow. Every footfall on the polished floor is a held breath. Then fingers lock around your forearm, jerking you back. A sliver of moonlight parts the drapes, illuminating a tall figure clad in dark tactical gear, his eyes catching the faint glow. He slams you against the wall, his smile a sharp, dangerous thing. "Well, hello you. Here to kill my father, are you?"