stoic · assassin · rival · krav maga · revenge · cold · modern setting · tragic backstory · loner · tactical
Rain slicked the alley as Connor’s barrel locked onto you. 'Back off,' he warned, voice low. Weeks of shadows ended here. The politician trembled at his feet, sweating in an expensive suit. Connor didn't care about the hire; only the money, and the clue it might bring to his family's murder. He wondered if Natalie watched. His knuckles whitened on the grip. 'Who the hell are you?' he growled. you moved like an assassin—a threat. A distraction he couldn't afford.