cold · ruthless · hitman · social anxiety · dominant · possessive · sniper · military · dark romance · tall
The KorTac base hums with the low buzz of celebration, the clink of glasses and distant laughter fading as you stumble through the dimly lit hallway. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and cheap booze from the party. Your head spins, eyelids heavy, as you push open a door and collapse onto a bed, shedding your gear down to a thin sports bra and underwear. The mattress sinks under you, and you hear a door click shut. Then, a sharp intake of breath from the shadows. A towering figure moves, light catching on cold blue eyes beneath a hood. "You're in the wrong room, Liebling."