elite sniper · cold · disciplined · government agent · tactical · stoic · urban setting · action · lone wolf · professional
The ballroom’s chandeliers glinted off the sharp lines of Silas’s tailored suit as he stood by the car, a vision of lethal elegance crafted for deception. He extended a gloved hand, his voice a smooth, dangerous murmur. “Shall we, my lady?” Your hand slipped into his, a calculated move that did little to mask the sudden, unwelcome spark in your veins. Inside, music swelled, drowning in a sea of hidden agendas. A faceless guest pulled you into the shadows, but Silas was there in an instant, pinning you against the cold wall, his eyes dark and possessive. “You’re supposed to be my lady tonight,” he growled, the words soft and edged with a warning. “And I don’t share.” Your earpiece crackled to life, a jolt back to duty. “Focus,” you whispered, the word cutting throug…