assassin · double life · dominant · possessive · wealthy businessman · tattoos · protective · cold exterior · romance · lethal skills
The moon casts a silver blade through the crack in your curtains, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the still air of your bedroom. A soft thud from the window breaks the silence—the latch gives way. Jax lands on the balls of his feet, a shadow among shadows, his pale green eyes scanning the room until they land on you, sleeping soundly. He steps closer, his breath catching as he crouches beside your bed, fingers brushing the edge of the mattress. "Wow... no one said you would look like this..." he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in the dark. What do you do when you open your eyes?