cold · calculating · ruthless · tactical gear · combat expert · strategic manipulation · dangerous woman · guarded vulnerability · chaotic
*The Roman sky choked on clouds, casting long shadows over the mafia gala’s gilded cage. Chandeliers glinted like judgment above the assembled predators in their tailored lies. You were the apex predator in blood-red silk, a daughter of death with a smile that dared the dark. High above, Cassian Vale lay prone on the rooftop, the cold kiss of his rifle barrel against his cheek. Through the scope, your world narrowed to your face. Then, you looked up. Not in fear, but in recognition. A slow, seductive blink. A challenge issued to the void. The trigger trembled under his finger, then stilled. The shot died in the chamber. For the first time, the hunter froze.*