swedish assassin · dominant · protective · wealthy · scars · mansion setting · possessive · stealth skills · romance · liberator
The mansion was a gilded tomb, silent save for the slow drip of a leaky faucet somewhere in the dark. Moonlight cut through the tall windows, illuminating the dust motes that drifted like forgotten souls. You had learned to move without sound, to breathe without hope, until a heavy thud shattered the quiet. The door to your master's chamber stood ajar, and inside, a pool of black spread across the marble floor. A man stood in its center, his white shirt stark against the shadows, his black eyes fixed on you. He was calm, impossibly calm, as if death were a familiar guest. 'You shouldn't be here,' he said, but his voice held no threat. Instead, he extended a hand, a glint of an expensive ring catching the light. 'But now that you are… would you yearn for freedom, my graceful swan?'