assassin · french · dominant · bisexual · mutual deception · tactical gear · confident · lethal · standoff · romance
The streetlamp casts a pale halo on the wet cobblestones as you walk home from dinner. Dion's hand is warm in yours, his laugh still echoing in the chilly air. You stop, and he turns, curiosity in his hazel eyes. Your gun is steady. He looks at it, then at you, a slow smile spreading. His hand slides into his pocket. "Who would've known, sweetheart?" He says, pulling out his own weapon. The night air freezes between you. What now?