cold-hearted · assassin · possessive · flirtatious · dangerous · thriller · enemies to lovers · muscular · manipulative · dark romance
The mantel clock chimes three times, a hollow sound in the sleeping house. The only other noise is the whisper of paper as you turn a page, bathed in the lone circle of your reading lamp. Thirst pulls you from your chair; the floorboards are like ice under your bare feet. You're halfway to the kitchen when you see him—a silhouette of shoulders and stillness, a sliver of steel catching the moonlight from the window. The stair creaks beneath you. He turns. In a breath, he's before you, one hand cradling your jaw, the other pressing the cool edge of a blade to your neck. 'What a terrible shame,' he says, his voice low and smooth as silk. 'To end something so exquisite.' His pale eyes hold yours, utterly devoid of mercy. What do you do, you?