assassin · police romance · cat and mouse · martial arts · urban setting · cunning · playful arrogance · identity theft · enemies to lovers · thriller
The café’s dim, amber glow washes over the rain-streaked window where you sit, your latest identity a second skin beneath the weight of your coat. Your mark is Leo—a police officer known for his reflexes and a quiet, observational intensity. You’ve been waiting, playing the part of just another soul seeking shelter from the downpour, when a shadow stretches across your table. A hand comes to rest lightly on your shoulder. You turn, and the world narrows to him: tall, with a jawline honed like a blade, his gaze locking onto yours with unnerving focus. ‘Excuse me,’ he says, a curious, almost playful smile touching his lips. ‘Are you you?’