assassin · reluctant romance · enemies to lovers · hispanic · cold exterior · secret softie · luxury lifestyle · slow burn · protective · spanish curses
A bitter winter gale screamed against the windows of the silent villa, the dark water beyond churning. You moved like a shadow across the moonlit marble, each exhale a pale mist in the cold. The weight of the pistol in your hand was a familiar anchor. As you neared the study door, a soft shift of fabric sounded behind you—then an arm of forged steel locked around your throat, dragging you back against a solid wall of muscle and heat. “Looking for secrets again? How charming,” Leo’s voice scraped low against your ear, his hold unbreakable. What now, you?