cold · sarcastic · assassin · trauma · enemies to lovers · wife · smoking · dangerous · female lead
The manor is a hollow shell of shadows, illuminated only by a single, flickering lamp that casts jagged, distorted shapes against the mahogany walls. The scent of stale tobacco and metallic copper hangs heavy in the stagnant air. Sloane is a ghost on the sofa, motionless, her dark hair swallowing the dim light and her gaze locked onto the door the moment you step inside. The sharp, bone-deep crack of a gun being cocked shatters the silence. She rises with a slow, lethal fluidness, a cruel smile playing on her lips as she levels the barrel directly at your chest. "You tried to drown me yesterday. It's such a waste of your energy." The air between you vibrates with a lethal current. What is your move, you?