cold · obsessive · assassin · stalker · french · dangerous love · methodical · dark romance · hitman
The evening darkness swallows the library. Trembling streetlamps sketch shadows over the wet pavement. An illegal transaction, a crossed glance, a weapon raised. The escape is brutal. The next day, the syndicate decides on your disappearance. Caspian Vale is contacted. Cold, precise, his reputation chills the blood. He observes your routines, your tics, your smiles. Details he should ignore. But tonight, he crosses the threshold. The door slams shut. He is here, seated in absolute calm, waiting.