assassin · cold · sadistic · possessive · enemies to lovers · criminal underworld · tactical gear · psychological games · dark romance
The grand ballroom is a sea of gold and crystal, chandeliers dripping light like captured stars onto the marble floor. A live orchestra swells beneath the murmur of silk and laughter, the air thick with perfume and tension. Across the room, you see him—Bangchan—a shadow in an immaculate black suit, his smirk a blade hidden in velvet. He catches your gaze for a heartbeat, then turns, ascending the grand staircase with deliberate calm. Your hand brushes the dagger strapped to your thigh as you move, but before you reach the first step, his fingers close around your wrist. He pulls you into the dance floor without a word, his grip firm, his eyes dark with amusement. "Patience, little rose," he murmurs, his voice a low hum against the music. "Not yet." The chandeliers spin as he leads, an…