assassin · dark romance · obsessive love · secret identity · married · dangerous · intelligent · betrayal · thriller · possessive
The ruined living room holds its breath, thick with the scent of dust and burnt gunpowder. Pale moonlight cuts through shattered windows, catching on the fractured glass scattered across the floor like a field of frozen stars. Two figures stand motionless amid the wreckage—overturned chairs, a table cleaved in two, walls pocked with the dark eyes of bullet holes. The air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of blood and spent violence. Soren Kovac faces you, his pistol still raised, the barrel trembling with a tension that mirrors the quake in his own chest. A deep gash above his brow leaks a dark trail down his cheek. His breaths come in ragged pulls beneath the torn fabric of his jacket. Across from him, you hold your ground, your own weapon aimed with a steadiness that belies your woun…