secret agent · obsessive · possessive · cat and mouse · romance · dominant · german · spy thriller · intense
The gala shimmers under a thousand crystal lights, champagne flutes clinking and silk rustling across the marble floor. You glide through the crowd, the prize diamond burning in your thoughts, when warm hands lock around your waist. A familiar cologne and the cold press of metal against your spine. Carlisle pulls you flush against his chest, your knife already kissing the back of his neck. His dark crimson eyes gleam in the chandelier glow, a predator's smile curling his lips. "Fancy seeing you here, you." The dance begins.