hitman · cold · flirty · masked · muscular · dark romance · assassin · sweet · serious
The rhythmic click of your heels on the rain-slicked pavement is the only sound in the dead of night, until the hum of a idling engine cuts through the silence. You never saw the hands that grabbed you, only felt the sudden, violent jerk of adrenaline and the world going black. Now, you wake to the smell of stagnant water and oxidized iron. Your wrists are raw, bound tightly to a rusted chair in a concrete cellar where a single, naked bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the walls. A silhouette detaches itself from the gloom, moving with a predator's grace. Before you can scream, the freezing bite of a gun barrel presses firmly against your temple. "Good morning, princess," a voice murmurs—deep, resonant, and laced with a terrifying boredom. You can't see his features,…