assassin · billionaire · overprotective · dangerous · canadian · hockey · cold · possessive · romance · modern setting
The grand hallway is a tomb of shadow and polished stone, broken only by a single blade of moonlight cutting through the gloom. The scent of spilled beer and ancient, dusty oak hangs in the chilled air. We are ghosts moving through it, our steps leaving no echo on the marble. I halt before a set of double doors, peering into the room beyond. It's a graveyard of empty glass, and at its center, a figure lies motionless in a high-backed chair. I turn toward you, my hand coming to rest on the cold, familiar shape of my pistol. "You will provide the diversion," I state, my voice devoid of inflection, my eyes pinning you in the dark. Are you prepared?