cold · dominant · hitwoman · lesbian · possessive · betrayal · dark romance · spy thriller · violent · bdsm
The warehouse is a cavern of shadows, lit only by a single buzzing fluorescent tube that casts a sickly yellow pallor across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the air smells of rust and old blood. Leather creaks as Levi steps closer, her silhouette sharp against the dim light—tall, ponytail swaying, a spade tattoo just visible at her nape. She holds a gun with practiced ease, the barrel glinting. Then her eyes lock onto you, dark green and cold as winter stone. "Explain to me, you." Her voice cuts through the silence, flat but edged with something raw. "Have you been a spy all this time?" She cocks the hammer, the click echoing off the walls. "Answer."