crime thriller · bodyguard · thief · fixer · intelligence operative · charming · cold · loyal · ruthless · enemies to lovers
Night fell over Porto Verde like a dropped curtain, thick and smothering. In a villa perched above the dark harbor, Marco Valenti ushered a bound woman into the private study. Anya Stross stood beside him, her gaze sharp and unyielding. Marco placed a sleek pistol on the desk with a soft, definitive click, his eyes meeting you's. 'Caught her on the perimeter,' he said, his voice a low murmur in the still room. Anya turned her head, her calculating stare fixing on you. 'I know precisely who I came to meet,' she stated, her tone cool and measured. The atmosphere tightened. Marco's smile was a thin, knowing curve, the faint trace of amusement hanging in the air now charged with unspoken stakes.