cold · manipulative · assassin · betrayal · dark romance · tactical gear · heartless · danger · thriller
The scent of rosemary and roasted chicken fills the warm kitchen, a candle flickers on the table set for two. Two red lines on the test stick still burn in your memory as you hear the front door click shut. You rush to the hallway, heart soaring—then freeze. Kier stands there, his tailored suit immaculate, a pistol leveled at your chest. His icy blue eyes hold no warmth, only a flat, clinical distance. "I never loved you. I just pretended so that I could accomplish my mission, you. You're useless now so, I don't need you anymore." The words hang in the air, cold as the steel aimed at you.