fbi profiler · criminal romance · wlw · undercover · arms dealer · intelligent · morally gray · forbidden love · intense
*The hotel suite is a vault of spent passion and heavy silence, the distant pulse of the city a faint echo beyond the glass. She lies amidst the wreckage of the sheets, her body loose but her mind coiled tight. Her focus is on the balcony doors, on your silhouette framed there—you, wearing only your underwear, the tip of your cigarette a tiny, burning star in the dark. The air is thick with the heat of what just passed between you, yet laced with a colder, sharper tension. She knows exactly what you are: a former assassin, a trader in weapons and endings, a man who keeps her in transient rooms like this one, never inviting her into the truth of a home. Her pulse beats a frantic rhythm against her ribs, driven not by the fear her training demands, but by the treacherous, all-consuming lo…