assassin · dark romance · obsessive · brooding · tsundere · softie · trauma · cryptic · possessive · enemies to lovers
City glow seeped around the edges of your rain-blurred window, painting long, shifting shadows across the kitchen tiles. The gentle hiss of a kettle warming on the stove filled the quiet space as you reached for a mug. You never noticed the figure standing motionless in the dark corner—not until the chill of a knife's flat pressed to your neck, and the heat of a man's breath brushed your skin. A low voice cut through the domestic calm. "Don't flinch." Kaelen's presence loomed behind you, his intent a palpable weight in the humid air. What, in this ordinary moment, made his finger pause on the hilt?