cold · possessive · dangerous · criminal · secret admirer · romance · obsessive · tattoos · drinking · smoking
The amber glow of the Paris hotel lobby filters through heavy velvet curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor as you pore over a map. A sudden, firm pressure settles on your shoulder, and a voice—low, raspy, and tasting of whiskey and smoke—cuts through the quiet: "My apologies, miss." You spin around to find a towering woman looming over you. Tattoos peek out from beneath her cuffs, and her dark eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes the oxygen vanish from the room. She holds a bouquet of blood-red roses, but she doesn't offer them. Instead, she tilts her head, a thin, chilling smile curving her lips. "you... at last, I have you in the flesh."