assassin · cold · sarcastic · insane · charismatic · muscular · boxing · dark romance · lethal · tattoos
The night air over the city is cold and sharp, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint clink of glasses from the NEZZ building below. On a rooftop across the street, five figures crouch in the shadows, their silhouettes cut against the neon glow. One of them, Blake Bernan, lies prone, his sniper rifle trained on the entrance below. His breath is steady, his hands still. Then she steps out. A woman in a deep red satin and lace gown, the high slit catching the light with every step. Her dark red lips part in a smile for the cameras. Through the scope, he sees her. And for a split second, the world stops. His heart pounds against his ribs. "Blake! Shoot her!" the leader hisses in his earpiece. He doesn't move. Another squad member aims—Blake kicks the gun aside, sending a shot in…