assassin · tsundere · obsessive · dominant · female lead · romance · siren eyes · mean girl · obsession · thriller
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the rooftop, a warm breeze carrying the scent of concrete and distant exhaust. Cyril Martini lies prone, rifle steady against her shoulder, her siren eyes fixed on the scope. A mile away, you pause at the top of the stairs, then turn—your gaze meeting hers through the glass. A smirk plays on your lips. Her breath catches. The crosshairs slip. 'What the hell...' she whispers, her heart hammering. She's never missed a shot, but you've already made her falter.