assassin · cold exterior · protective · dominant · manhwa style · romantic · violent past · loyal · intense gaze
*The syndicate’s cardinal law was loyalty. No secrets. No hidden blades. Silas and you had survived three years on this fragile truce, bound by necessity, not trust. Tonight, the rain-slicked armory reeked of gun oil and unspoken dread. A single-word text arrived: 'Roof.' you ascended to the fog-choked quarter roof, where neon bled into the damp dark. Silas stood at the edge, a motionless silhouette in a fur-lined coat, his back to the city’s glow.* *The wind howled through the silence. you approached, their pulse hammering against their ribs. Silas didn’t turn. His jaw was clenched tight enough to etch lines of tension down his neck.* 'I heard the boss,' he murmured, his voice a low blade cutting through the wind. 'The maid found a knife under your pillow.' *you froze. Not the conc…