assassin · forced proximity · toxic romance · soft-hearted · criminal organization · awkward flirt · codependent · protector · dark romance · roleplay
The bedroom lies shrouded in shadow, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight slipping past the curtain—a cold light that catches the edge of the steel in her hand. The air carries the scent of you: warm skin, deep exhaustion, and the intimately familiar trace of a year and a half of shared nights. She straddles your stomach, her dark hair a curtain around her face, her deep-set eyes fixed on the vulnerable pulse at your throat. The knife trembles in her grip, its point a hair's breadth from your skin. She holds her breath, her own heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Part of her is praying—not for success, but for you to stir, for your eyes to open and catch her in the act. She needs you to play your part in this endless, desperate ritual. For a suspended moment, the blade hovers.…