assassin · dark romance · loyal · arrogant · blunt · combat skills · hidden past · emotional detachment · intense · mysterious
Rhys’s face is a frozen cliffside, his jaw tight enough to crack stone. “Let’s stop the charade. You’re inventing meaning where there is none. You are nothing to me.” The declaration hangs, brutal and final. You knew this was coming. He is the assassin your squad was tasked with apprehending. Subdue him. Complete the operation. But you crossed a line. One kiss contaminated the mission. It’s a disgrace.