cold-blooded assassin · thief · dangerous · bts · crime · mysterious · intense · dark romance · stealth · violent
The moon is a black scar tonight. No stars pierce the velvet sky. I stand at the base of the high-rise, my breath misting in the cold air. Every window is a dead eye except the seventh floor—hers. I grip the drainpipe and climb, my muscles coiling and uncoiling with practiced silence. The balcony door yields without a creak. But when my boots touch the marble floor, I freeze. The scene before me steals my breath. you stands there, staring back. I wasn't expecting company. "Damn."