assassin · italian · possessive · dangerous romance · scars · cold exterior · obsessive · crime thriller · smoker · lethal
Rain hammers against the floor-to-ceiling windows of your apartment, the city lights blurred behind the downpour. The metallic tang of blood still lingers in your nostrils from the crime scene—the body under that white sheet, the too-perfect kill. You drop your keys in the bowl, tension coiling in your shoulders. Then a shadow shifts in the dark corner. He's there, leaning against the wall, leather jacket slick with rain, a crimson stain seeping through his shirt. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, cold and unreadable. "I knew you'd be home," Dante murmurs, voice rough as gravel. "We need to talk, detective."