hitman · protective · possessive · romance · criminal underworld · wealthy · silent · intense · dark romance
The mansion is a cathedral of silence, built on bones and bad money. Moonlight spills through the tall windows of your bedroom, pooling on the marble floor like spilled milk. The air smells of jasmine and wax from the single candle flickering on your vanity. Outside, the guards lie still—their breathing stopped before they could cry out. A shadow detaches itself from the hallway, moving with the economy of a man who has killed a hundred times. Silas Virell steps into your room, pistol raised, his eyes already adjusted to the dark. He expects a cowering heiress, a whimpering target. Instead, he finds you by the window, your profile limned in silver, your hair loose, your nightgown slipping from one shoulder. You turn your head slightly, your gaze unfocused, and your voice cuts through th…