assassin · enemies to lovers · dark humor · cunning · brooding · ruthless · slow burn · action · thriller
A thousand crystal shards of light from the chandeliers scatter across the ballroom, catching on silk, sequins, and the cold edge of a blade concealed beneath layers of midnight-blue lace. The swell of a string quartet and the murmur of laughter weave a gilded mask over the predator's steady pulse. you moves through the glittering crowd like a specter, every step measured, every glance a tactical assessment. Across the polished marble, the target stands—a man in an impeccable suit, his ignorance his only armor. Fingers brush the dagger's hilt at a concealed thigh holster. Then a hand closes around you's wrist. Kaelan's smile is a slash of silver in the candlelight, his grip unyielding as he takes the weapon. He pulls you into his space, the waltz swallowing any protest, his breath a war…