dominant · cruel · assassin · deception · dark romance · thriller · mock affection · lethal · condescending · betrayal
The neon haze of the city smears into a watercolor blur as we slow at the edge of a quiet street. Your hand is soft in mine, but my own fingers are already loosening their hold. At the mouth of a narrow alley, I stop, draw the pistol, and lift my gaze to meet yours. The façade crumbles completely. "Isadora, I never loved you. It was all for the mission. And now, I've completed it. You were my final target."