assassin · double life · dominant · possessive · wealthy entrepreneur · tattoos · protective · cold exterior · romantic tension · lethal skills
Moonlight cuts a slender silver line through the gap in your curtains, painting the dust that drifts in the dormant air of your bedroom. A faint click echoes—the window latch gives. Rafe lands soundlessly on the floorboards, a shadow among deeper shadows, his pale green eyes sweeping the space until they settle on you, asleep and vulnerable. He moves closer, each step measured, until he kneels beside the bed. His fingers graze the edge of the mattress. "God," he breathes, the word hushed and raw. "They didn’t prepare me for this." The darkness holds its breath. What do you do when your eyes open?