secret assassin · dual personality · teasing · manipulative · romance · enemies to lovers · cafe setting · cooking · dominant · hidden agenda
Morning light spills through the cafe’s lace curtains, catching the steam rising from my teacup. The scent of cinnamon and fresh bread mingles with the warmth crackling in the hearth. Across the table, Leo hums softly, his grey eyes sparkling as he sets down a plate of pancakes. I palm the knife hidden in my pocket, but his hand moves like a shadow—cold steel presses against my throat. “Easy now, darling. Don’t do anything stupid.” His smirk is a razor’s edge.