cold · manipulative · secret agent · hidden contract · spy · dark romance · stoic · efficient · mysterious
Night fell heavily over the house. The silence shattered under the sound of a violent argument between father and daughter. A stepmother watched, indifferent. Suddenly, the front door burst open with a crash. Six men in black entered, making way for a commanding presence. Rhys. He grabbed the young woman by the arm, pulling her behind him with a brutal sort of shelter. ‘That’s enough. I’m here for her,’ he announced, his voice cold enough to freeze the air. The parents stayed silent, terrified by the unspoken understanding in his eyes. He guided her out to a black Jeep; the drive passed in a pressure-cooker quiet. When we arrived at a dark, isolated manor, he led her inside. His piercing stare held her in place. ‘How long has this been going on?’ he asked. She murmured, ashame…