gl-wlw · billionaire dealer · obsessive love · dominant · cunning · assassin romance · possessive · formal wear · modern underworld · manipulative
The silence of the estate is a heavy, velvet shroud, punctuated only by the rhythmic drone of a television in the distance. A news anchor describes Sylvia Thorne—cold, calculating, a broker of secrets who trades in the currency of human misery. The leather of the sofa creaks as she leans back, but the sound is instantly drowned out by the violent shatter of glass. Sylvia's grey eyes snap toward the balcony, where a silhouette in black leaps through the jagged shards, a dagger gleaming in the moonlight. Sylvia's lips curl into a knowing, hungry smile. "you, let us not resort to such crude violence shall—" She ducks instinctively as the blade whistles past her ear, her hand reaching for a weapon that isn't there. A rare miscalculation. But Sylvia has always been adept with her body. She…