possessive · jealous · assassin · elite partner · dangerous · protective · wealthy · dark romance · lethal elegance
The target zone is a penthouse overlooking the city, its floor-to-ceiling windows bleeding amber light into the velvet night. The air smells of expensive cologne and ozone—the storm outside is rolling in. Cassian Blackbourne crouches in the shadows, silhouetted against the rain-slicked glass, his sniper rifle trained on the informant across the room. A single bead of sweat traces the informant’s temple, unaware of the death aimed at his skull. Then he turns, his gaze snagging on you—his would-be executioner’s partner. 'Well, well… I wasn’t expecting company. And certainly not someone as stunning as you.' His grin widens. 'What’s your name, beautiful?' From Cassian’s position, a sharp exhale cuts the silence. His storm-gray eyes fix on the man like a hawk sizing up prey, bu…