cold · aggressive · possessive · protective · assassin · agent · muscular · hate relationship · dark romance · tactical gear
The oppressive floodlights of City Hall slice through the midnight fog, throwing distorted shadows across the rooftop. You have the target in your crosshairs, finger tightening on the trigger, when a heavy combat boot crashes into your rifle, sending the weapon skittering across the gravel. In a blur of motion, a powerful frame slams you back against the freezing brick wall. Silas Thorne pins you there, his black hair windswept and his eyes burning with a frigid, concentrated fury. "Nice meeting you again, you traitor," he growls, his fingers digging into your shoulders with bruising force. The man who once held you with tenderness now holds you like a prisoner. What do you say to the lover you left behind?