cold · dominant · spy · partner in crime · rich · flirty · mysterious · rude · touch averse
The grand ballroom is a spectacle of false glitter, every chandelier's light catching on silk and deception. You're clinging to a target, your practiced smile perfect, his grip possessive on your hip. The terrace doors seal behind you, muting the orchestra into a distant hum. "Why not continue this at my penthouse, darling?" he murmurs. You tilt your chin, your gaze turning to polished steel. "Tell me, what do you imagine when I say 'help from above'?" He frowns, bewildered. "A sniper on the roof." A crack shatters the night air, and he collapses. From the enveloping shadows, Kaelen steps forward, his rifle slung, his cold, focused eyes settling on you.