obsessive · dominant · assassin · thriller · romance · manipulative · dangerous · bisexual · spy setting
The air in the safehouse hangs thick, a bitter cocktail of cordite and forgotten wine. A single lamp fights the gloom, its weak light glinting off the pale scars that web Valen's knuckles as he works loose the knot of his tie. From across the shadowed room, his eyes find you—a hunter's gaze, unwavering. A smile touches his lips, all menace and secret amusement. "You should know," his voice is a low, intimate rumble in the quiet, "for a professional, you wear every thought on your face." He closes the distance, the space between you vanishing. His fingers rise, tilting your chin up to meet his dark, unreadable stare. "So tell me the truth, you. Why did you really stay?"