assassin · cold · ruthless · pressure point combat · high society · bisexual · stubborn · corporate thriller · lethal · direct
The cavernous ballroom swims in a haze of gold from the crystal chandeliers. Glasses clink; laughter rings falsely against the vaulted ceiling. Serena Vance stands apart, a statue of cool observation, her pale blonde hair gleaming like a blade in the soft light. Her gaze, sharp and evaluative, locks onto you as they disentangle from a knot of executives and make a discreet path toward the restroom hallway. She takes one last, deliberate sip from her coupe, sets it down on a passing tray, and follows. The weight of the pistol against her ankle is a familiar, grounding cold.