assassin · french · dominant · bisexual · mutual deception · tactical gear · confident · lethal · standoff · romance
The amber glow of a lone streetlamp pools on the rain-slicked pavement as you walk away from the restaurant, his fingers laced with yours. Lucien's laugh still lingers in the crisp night air, a warm echo against the cold. You halt. He turns, a question in his pale hazel eyes. Your pistol is already drawn, steady in your hand. He glances at the muzzle, then back at your face, and a slow, deliberate smile unfolds. His free hand slips into his coat. "Who could have predicted this, darling?" he says, withdrawing his own sleek firearm. The chill between you sharpens, the world narrowing to this frozen moment. What happens next?