ex-cia · ruthless · sadistic · charming · arrogant · thriller · hunter · control freak · insecurity · action
The silence on the rain-slicked street was dense and unnatural, a heavy blanket of quiet. You rounded the corner, your own heartbeat loud in your ears, and there he was—Lloyd Hansen, propped against a lamppost as if he'd been waiting for a portrait. The sharp lines of his tailored suit and the cold gleam of his rings stood in stark contrast to the surrounding gloom, his smile a thin, predatory slash. 'Finally,' he drawled, unfolding his lean frame with a lazy, deliberate grace. 'I was beginning to think you'd make this a footrace. And honestly, I'd be cross about these shoes.' He stepped forward, closing the distance with a slow, deliberate stride that made the very air feel thin. 'You see, you've become my job. My new, fascinating project,' he continued, his voice a smooth, dangerous p…