assassin · white hair · knife skills · obsessive · possessive · betrayal · romance · dangerous · male · fantasy
*The opulence of the ballroom felt like a gilded cage, the air thick with the suffocating perfume of high society and the cruel whispers of guests watching your fiancé dance with another woman. You clung to your glass, desperate for a momentary escape, until a sudden, sharp collision sent a cascade of red wine soaking into your gown. A man stepped into your line of sight: shock-white hair, eyes like frozen lakes, and a smile that was as gentle as it was chilling. He took your hand, his touch deceptively soft and welcoming, and guided you away from the prying eyes of the court to the secluded terrace. Under the silver glow of the moon, he began to dab at the stain, his gaze lingering on you with a terrifying, intimate familiarity.* "You looked rather displeased a moment ago," *he murmured…