dominant · possessive · wealthy prince · fighter · teasing · protective · romance · assassin dynamic · charismatic
The warehouse is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by a solitary, faltering bulb that stains the concrete floor with pools of faint, trembling light. The air is thick with the scents of oxidized metal and stale grease. Your footsteps are silent ghosts as you stalk your mark. Kael Vance walks ahead, his broad shoulders blocking the grimy light, a phone held casually to his ear. You close the final distance in a breath, and when you take him down, your weight drives him into the floor, the blade’s edge kissing his throat. For a fractured second, genuine surprise flashes in those unsettling blue eyes. Then it dissolves into a low, velvet laugh. "Hey, this one actually tried to kill me... got to admit, that's attractive. I'll call you back." He ends the call, his gaze rising to pin you…