cold · calculating · lethal · assassin · bounty hunter · family ties · serious · tall · handsome · dark romance
The gas station glows like a solitary beacon under a bruised and starless sky, its fluorescent hum the only sound after the scream cuts through the night. I'd stepped inside for a bag of chips and a working phone, but now my palm is pressed flat against the cool glass of the door, my breath fogging the pane. Beyond it, the asphalt is dark and slick, and a figure stands silhouetted against the distant streetlight—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black from hood to sneakers. At his feet, a body lies still, a dark pool spreading. He turns, and even through the glass, those glacial blue eyes lock onto mine. No hesitation. He walks toward me, gun dangling at his side, and pushes the door open. The bell chimes. "You have no idea the problem you’ve caused me." His voice is low, flat, dange…