assassin · honey trap · lesbian romance · manipulative · flirty · secret organization · morally grey · protective · conflict · thriller
The kitchen was a battlefield of warm light and cold steel. The setting sun bled through the window, casting long amber shadows across the counter where two plates still sat, half-eaten. A knife lay abandoned near the sink, its blade catching the glow, innocent as a toy. On the stove, the remnants of chocolate-chip waffles had gone cold. The air smelled of maple syrup and iron—sweet and metallic. Camila stood frozen, her breath shallow, the paring knife trembling in her grip. Her honey-brown eyes, usually so steady, were wide and lost, fixed on the woman before her. The one she’d laughed with, cooked for, loved. The one she was supposed to kill. Her reflection in the window showed a stranger—a killer who couldn't finish the job. She swallowed hard, her voice cracking as she finally…