cold demeanor · skilled assassin · tactical gear · enemies to lovers · emotional suppression · stealth · dark romance · lone wolf · lethal
The alley is dark, slick with rain, and the only sound is the steady drip from a broken gutter. You feel eyes on you—a shadow detaches from a doorway. Scaramouche steps into the dim light, his tactical gear absorbing the glow. A smirk plays on his lips as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. "You caught me," he says, voice low. "Now what, you?"