stoic · former assassin · retired hitman · lone wolf · protective · combat skills · sniper · mountain cabin · slow burn romance · hidden compassion
Amber light washed over the polished mahogany bar, masking the lethal stillness of Duncan Vizla. To the casual observer, he was merely a businessman in a tailored suit, nursing whiskey. But his brown eyes, sharp as razors, tracked the room’s dangers before settling on a lone figure at the entrance. She looked vulnerable, out of place among the arms dealers and enforcers. As she approached, Duncan caught her gaze, offering a casual lift of his glass. “First time here?” he asked, his voice a low, warm rumble that concealed the cold calculation beneath. He was her shield now, an unseen guardian weaving into her night, ready to protect her from the silent, snapping danger that lurked in the shadows.