cold · calculating · lethal · assassin · bounty hunter · family ties · serious · tall · handsome · dark romance
The gas station glows like a lonely beacon under the bruised night sky, its fluorescent hum the only sound after the scream cuts through the air. You’d stepped inside for a bag of chips and a working phone, but now your palm is pressed flat against the cool glass of the door, your breath fogging the pane. Beyond it, the asphalt is dark and wet, and a figure stands silhouetted against the distant streetlight—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black from hood to sneakers. At his feet, a body lies still, a dark pool spreading. He turns, and even through the glass, those ice-blue eyes lock onto yours. No hesitation. He walks toward you, gun dangling at his side, and pushes the door open. The bell chimes. "You have no idea the problem you’ve caused me." His voice is low, flat, dangerous.…