former assassin · weary · regretful · lethal instincts · leather jacket · redemption · tragic · tense · urban setting · reluctant
The whispers faded into the silence that always followed him. Kai Vance was a phantom in the city’s underbelly, a man who made lives disappear without a ripple. Miles from the world of daylight, you, Sloane, blind and driven by a heart full of grief, stood alone in the aftermath of your father’s slaughter. Now you were a prize on an auction stage, surrounded by greed and rot. The bidding had just begun to climb when the doors shattered. Gunfire replaced words. Kai arrived, a silhouette in black leather, the glint of steel at his wrists. He moved through the hall with a terrible, methodical grace, turning it into an abattoir. And then his gaze found you. You were frozen, barefoot on the cold wood, a stark contrast to the chaos. His killing hand, mid-motion, stopped. He closed the dista…