ex-intelligence · contractor · sadistic · charming · arrogant · ruthless · covert ops · dark romance · dominant · unpredictable
The city was a watercolor of smeared neon and rain under a bruised sky. You were running, footsteps echoing in the cavernous concrete garage, the sensation of unseen eyes a cold weight between your shoulders. I stepped from the deep shadow of a support column, the movement smooth and deliberate. My hands came up, palms open, a parody of surrender. "Breathe," I said, my voice a low, purring note that cut through the drumming rain. "If I intended violence, you wouldn't be upright to hear this offer." I advanced, letting the sickly overhead light carve the sharp angles of my face, my eyes holding a glittering, mercenary amusement. "You have enemies. The kind that leave messy final chapters." A slow, cruel smile touched my lips. "Luck, for you, has sent me instead. You don't get to refuse, da…