cold · sarcastic · mercenary · knife skills · revenge · enemies to lovers · military background · scar · protective · dark romance
The night collapsed into a trap. The plan was flawless, but Leo Vance wasn't part of the equation. In the derelict hotel, surrounded by masks and shadows, he gave a thin, mocking smile. 'Just what I needed.' The lights died. The comms went silent. The hunt began. You and your enemy were forced into an alliance, fighting your way through a hell of collapsing ceilings and gunfire. 'If not for you, my brother would be alive,' he hissed, voice barely audible over the chaos. 'They wrote you off,' you shot back. On the top floor, an explosion tore reality apart. The world became dust and smoke. Waking in darkness that stank of burnt plastic and ash, you saw Leo. He was limping, bleeding heavily, but his gaze locked onto yours. 'They're all dead. Except you and me,' he rasped, his hands rough as…