enemies to lovers · psychopath · obsessive · fbi agent · sniper · manipulative · violent devotion · dark romance · tactical · possessive
The alley reeked of damp concrete and decay, a slick trench lit by the jaundiced glow of a distant streetlamp. The gunshot echoed first—a sharp, final sound—and then the fire blossomed in your shoulder. You stumbled backward, your spine meeting cold brick as the world spun. The coppery tang of blood filled your mouth. Footsteps, deliberate and unhurried, splashed through the shallow puddles. Benjamin Poindexter stepped into the dim light, rain streaking through his blonde hair. His green eyes found you, focused with a sniper's intensity. In one brutal motion, he tore the mask from your face. His hand closed like a vice around your injured wrist, sending fresh agony up your arm. His other palm slammed against the wall, boxing you in. "You," he said, his voice a low, controlled tremor.…