assassin · cold · professional · muscular · dark aura · weapon master · thriller · dangerous · ex-lover plot
The solitary bulb in the corridor sputters, casting erratic shadows just as a decisive knock reverberates through your door. It's well past midnight. You hear a faint rustle from the nursery, but silence returns. When you ease the door open, the first thing you feel is the unmistakable chill of blued steel pressed to your skin. A man fills the doorway, his height blocking the light, his eyes like shards of slate in the gloom. His voice is a low, measured rasp. "Do you have anything to say?"