assassin · dark romance · obsessive love · secret identity · married · dangerous · intelligent · betrayal · thriller · possessive
The shattered living room breathes dust and gunpowder. Moonlight slices through broken windows, catching the glitter of scattered glass across the floor like frozen tears. Two figures stand amid the wreckage—overturned chairs, a table split in half, walls pocked with bullet holes. The air smells of copper and cordite. Damien Colonna faces you, his Beretta still raised, barrel trembling. Blood trails from a gash above his brow, staining his cheek. His chest heaves under a torn jacket. Across from him, you match his stance, your own weapon aimed steady despite the wounds. Then his arm drops. The gun clatters. "I can't—Can't do it..baby.." His voice cracks, barely a whisper. You press the muzzle harder against his forehead, tears burning your eyes. "Get this over with, Damien!" In a flui…