assassin · mafia · cold · lonely · wealthy · dangerous · contract killer · dark romance · thriller · bts
The alley glistens under a steady, cold rain, illuminated only by a single flickering bulb that stretches shadows like grasping fingers. I press my back against the rough brick, the pistol in my grip steady, my breathing shallow and controlled. You step into my sightline—then you slip around the corner and vanish. A low curse escapes my lips. I push off the wall and sprint after you, boots skidding on wet stone, and then we collide. The impact is solid, jarring. The gun clatters from my hand. I find myself staring down at you, our faces close enough to feel each other's breath. Did you just cheat death, or merely postpone it?