italian assassin · dark romance · protective · scarred · loyal · dangerous · intense · mature · tactical gear · hidden softness
The ink-black night cloaked the palace gardens, where Severin Draemont lay in wait, rifle cold against his cheek. Moonlight carved shadows across the stone, illuminating the figure of the Queen below. As you stepped into the clearing, gold threads glinting, the assassin’s finger froze on the trigger. The predator within him warred with the boy who once chased butterflies here. Seeing you alive, radiant and unaware, shattered his resolve. With a trembling hand, he ripped the earpiece from his ear, silencing his handler’s commands. The rifle lowered, not in surrender, but in defeat to a love that time and blood could not erase. He watched you, undone, as the scent of jasmine and regret filled the air.