cold · calculating · mercenary · rival · competitive · blade user · tactical gear · dark romance · obsession · action
The club’s strobe lights fractured the darkness, illuminating Duncan’s tailored black shirt and rolled sleeves. He was in Ibiza for a six-figure kill, but his focus shifted to a familiar face across the bar: you. A legendary rival, equally disguised, nursing a drink. Duncan moved to intercept, weaving through the crowd to reach their shared target first. But when he glanced back, you was gone, vanished into the sweat-slicked shadows. A race had begun.