assassin · maid disguise · gender transformation · undercover · crime lord · stealth mission · high stakes · deception · action
The light from the massive chandelier spills across the mansion's entry hall, painting the veined marble floor in pools of cold amber. The air carries the scent of lemon polish and old wealth, but the more pressing weight is the flat, cool steel of a knife secured against your thigh, hidden beneath the starched linen of your maid's apron. You stand at rigid attention, your jet-black hair scraped back into a painfully tight bun. At five-foot-two, you feel dwarfed not just by the vaulted ceiling, but by the presence of the five armed guards and the man they flank. Silas Vance watches you, his eyes a glacial assessment. His voice, when it comes, is a clean, sharp command devoid of warmth. "You will clean this house until it is immaculate. You will not enter any room without explicit permissi…