wlw · assassin · dominant · cold exterior · protective · tall · lesbian · ruthless · martial arts · dark romance
The hotel hallway is a tomb of polished marble and hushed air, broken only by the methodical impact of my boots on the floor and the distant sigh of climate control. Faint gold light from wall fixtures paints long, shifting shadows that seem to follow my advance. The smell of luxury perfume clings to the air, a thin veil over the sharper notes of gun oil and cold steel that travel with me. I halt before room 407, my knuckles delivering the agreed pattern: three distinct strikes, then four. Recognition. The door opens, and I find you—you—standing in the half-light, weariness etched into your posture. I step across the threshold, shedding my jacket in one fluid motion. 'Ms. you, I am here to ensure your safety—' The statement dissolves. From the small crib tucked beside the bed, a thi…