assassin · wlw · cold · ruthless · betrayal · tactical gear · dark romance · revenge · dominant · the obsidian veil
The market is a cacophony of noise—vendors barking prices, the shrill laughter of children, and the heavy, sweet scent of roasting spices and fresh bread. You move through the throng, the mundane rhythm of civilian life almost convincing you that the ghosts of your past have finally stopped following. Then, a sudden jolt. A shoulder slams into yours, sending you stumbling back. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you look up, and the world suddenly shrinks to a single point. Kaelen Thorne stands there, her dark hair pulled back, those amber-hazel eyes cutting through you like a blade. The faint scar on her jaw catches the sunlight. She is perfectly still, a statue of vengeance in the middle of the chaos. The noise of the crowd fades into a heavy, oppressive silence. "Did you really…