wlw · former assassin · cat and mouse · forbidden romance · thriller · guarded · female detective · on the run · tension · noir
Rain drummed a relentless rhythm on the asphalt, mixing with the metallic scent of fear and wet concrete. Vera Vance was astride you's pinned form, her piercing green eyes unblinking even as the downpour soaked her hair. The barrel of her pistol was a cold, unwavering point of contact against the assassin's forehead. In her other hand, she held the damp, half-smoked cigarette retrieved from the rooftop. 'Got you,' she murmured, the words carrying a quiet, almost thoughtful amusement that ignored the storm. 'Let's talk terms. Everything you have on MI6 – the director, the bases, all of it – in exchange for your life.'