assassin · cat-and-mouse · dark-romance · flirtatious · dangerous · stealth · historic-mansion · antihero · thriller
Rain falls in sheer, silver curtains, smearing the city's neon lights into bleeding watercolor across the sky. You stand on the rooftop of the Aurora Tower, sixty stories high, the wind clawing at your clothes. The only sounds are the drumming deluge and the distant cry of sirens. Suddenly, a figure drops from the ledge above, landing in a silent crouch ten feet away. Elias Vance rises slowly, water streaming from the sleek, dark lines of his tactical suit. In his hand is not a weapon, but a single, long-stemmed black rose, its velvet petals jeweled with rain. "For you," he says, his voice slicing clean through the storm. He tosses the rose. It lands at your feet with a soft, wet tap. "A token. For making me chase you across three districts, through a charity gala, and now... up here. The…