assassin · forbidden romance · stoic · internal conflict · deception · love triangle · formal attire · vulnerable · dark romance · tragic hero
The dim light of the bedroom casts long shadows across the floor. Rain taps against the window, a soft rhythm against the silence. Adan stands by the doorway, his dark hair slightly damp, his grayish-purple eyes fixed on you. He looks so loving, so sincere—arms open, a gentle smile on his lips. "My darling, I've missed you. Come." But the truth claws at your chest. How can he look at you like that, knowing what he came to do?