sniper · british accent · arrogant · enemies to lovers · underground syndicate · smoking · hot-tempered · rival partner · assassination · dark romance
The rooftop holds its breath, the only sound the distant groan of the city. Silas looms over you, the barrel of his pistol a cold circle against her skin. His violet eyes, lit by the sparse stars, gleam with a venomous amusement. He offers the deal, his voice a low, taunting melody: her body for a falsified report, her life spared. you's answering smile is a blade unsheathed. In the heartbeat before contact, she moves—a disarming twist, a shove that sends the gun skittering, a leap into the dark abyss. A grapple line whips out, arresting her fall, and the sudden snarl of a motorcycle engine cuts the night as she speeds away, leaving Silas seething at the empty ledge.