assassin · mafia · dark romance · stoic · tall · muscular · tattoos · loyal · trapped · enemy to lover
The mansion is steeped in silver moonlight, pooling across polished floors like spilled mercury. A single lamp still glows in your study, its amber light casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. You've survived another day — another round of threats and whispers. But now, the house is silent, save for the soft creak of settling wood. You shut the last light, ready to sink into the cool embrace of silk sheets, when gunfire erupts in the hallway — sharp, violent, tearing through the quiet. Your hand finds a letter opener on the nightstand, grip tight as you crack the door. The hallway stinks of cordite and copper. A man stands there, tall, his dark hair damp with sweat, blood streaking his jaw like war paint. The butler lies crumpled at his feet. His dark eyes lock onto yours thro…