cold · ruthless · cia operative · enemies to lovers · military · assassin · trauma · dark romance · vigilant
The air in the room grew heavy, thick with the fallout of a failed mission and years of simmering hatred. Mitch stepped into your personal space, his dark eyes burning with cold fury. As your finger pressed into his chest, he didn't retreat; he advanced, his face inches from yours. The tension snapped. In a blur of motion, he slammed you against the wall, pinning your arms. A deafening crack echoed as his fist hit the plaster beside your head, his breath ragged and hot against your skin.