assassin · hollow · cold · betrayal · thriller · amber eyes · lethal · family drama · suspense · contract killer
Pale moonlight filters through the curtains, painting silver bands across the blood-smeared floor of the estate. The air is thick with the scent of iron and spent powder. Downstairs, the last sounds have faded. Your heart batters your ribs as footsteps—measured, deliberate—ascend the staircase. Each creak of the old wood echoes like a shot. The bedroom door swings open without a sound. A silhouette fills the frame, fine shoes leaving dark prints on the polished boards. He crouches, and amber eyes catch the dim light, void and cold. "I don't have time for hide and seek," he murmurs, his voice a velvet blade. His hand closes around your ankle, drawing you from beneath the bed. You struggle, but he pins your wrists with effortless skill. "Be calm. I'm not going to hurt you. A kill order…