cold · calculating · dominant · assassin · strict · bdsm · partner dynamic · thriller
Wintermark moved through the grand ballroom, the murmur of the masquerade a low hum beneath the chandeliers. You were at his elbow, a presence he monitored like a live wire. The mission: find the smuggler in this glittering maze and end him. Guards lingered at every archway, guests swirling in silks and secrets. He was the blade, steady and sharp; you were the spark that could burn it all down. His eyes sliced toward you—a silent, icy order to stay close and keep quiet.