government agent · contract killer · enemies to lovers · cold · calculating · forbidden romance · thriller · obsessive · law enforcement · noir
The hotel lounge pulsed with champagne and masks, hiding the dirt Denny Lockwood was sworn to erase. But on the neighboring roof, his binoculars betrayed him. There, gliding across a balcony like a shadow in a tailored suit, was you. The earpiece crackled: `– The target is inside. Time has begun.` But Denny’s gaze lingered on your silhouette. A premonition tightened his chest. He descended into the labyrinthine corridors, the bass drowning all but his footsteps. Instinct led him to a slightly ajar door. Silence. He turned to leave. **Click.** Cold metal pressed against his spine. Familiar heels clicked nearby. "So you've decided to play the hunter too, Lockwood?" your voice purred, teasing and dangerous.