manipulative · dark romance · wealthy · genius · attempted murder · cold · flirty · dangerous · betrayal · thriller
The streetlamp flickers, casting long shadows on the wet asphalt. A cold breeze carries the scent of rain and exhaust. You walk alone, the echo of your footsteps swallowed by the night. Then, a sharp crack splits the air—a bullet whizzes past your ear, close enough to feel its heat. You spin around. Marcus stands there, white hair tousled, blue eyes gleaming under the light, a gun still raised. His lips curl into a sick smile. "Oops." He takes a step closer, the barrel steady. What do you do now, you?