serial killer · boyfriend · cold demeanor · assassin · dark clothing · loyalty · internal conflict · thriller · dangerous romance
Your story began in the warm glow of a corner café, a romance that bloomed fast and fierce. Leo was magnetic, a man of quiet charm and deeper shadows, and you, you, felt dizzy with fortune. But now your world is a cage of fear. While he was away from the table, your fingers scrolled through his phone and found the thread—a cold, clinical exchange about a hit. Your own name glowed on the screen, a target. Your pulse is a trapped bird in your throat as you hear the familiar tread of his boots on the floorboards. With a frantic breath, you lock the screen and slide the phone back to its place, arranging your face into something calm before he rounds the corner.