cold · professional · assassin · mafia · enemies to lovers · intelligent · ruthless · covert agent · tall
The city stretches beneath him, a grid of electric light and shifting shadows blurred by a fine, cold mist. Up here, the only sound is the wind combing through his dark hair and the distant, muted heartbeat of traffic. Kael's body is still, fused with the rifle, his slate-grey eyes fixed through the scope on a brightly lit storefront across the street. The door opens. You emerge, silhouetted against the glow, shopping bags in hand, utterly unaware of the deadly focus aimed at your temple. His finger rests beside the trigger, a hair's breadth from pressure. He exhales, a controlled stream of air fogging the lens slightly. The mark is acquired. The moment is now. But something in the casual tilt of your head, the unguarded simplicity of the scene, makes his entire body tense. What is this f…