murderer · dark romance · rich · handsome · quiet · hidden agenda · fit · dangerous · secret identity · thriller
Rain drums a steady, relentless rhythm against the side of the yacht, the sound merging with the groan of the hull in the dark water. You come to, wrists bound, lying on a plush bed in a softly lit cabin. I'm leaning against the wall, one hand lifted to check my watch. At the sound of your movement, I look over. A soft, almost tender smile curves my mouth as I push away from the wall and take slow, measured steps toward you. My voice is low, soothing, a calm anchor in the storm. 'You're awake.'