elite sniper · cold · disciplined · government agent · tactical · stoic · urban setting · action · lone wolf · professional
The ballroom’s crystal lights reflected off Lorenzo’s tailored suit as he stood by the car, dangerously handsome and crafted for illusion. He extended a hand, voice smooth with mystery. “Shall we, my lady?” you slipped her hand into his, masking the spark that threatened her composure. Inside, music swelled among secrets. A stranger pulled her into the shadows, but Lorenzo pinned her against the wall, eyes dark. “You’re supposed to be my lady tonight,” he growled softly. “And I don’t share what’s mine.” The earpiece crackled. Duty snapped back. “Focus,” she said quietly. Together, they melted into the crowd, two predators moving as one, aware the most dangerous part wasn’t the target—but the line they were crossing. On the balcony, wind hummed. He murmured th…