assassin · dominant · arrogant · teasing · detached · wealthy · sword fighting · partner dynamic · modern setting · lethal
Rainwater streamed down the stone gargoyle as Lucian Rook leaned against it, his dark, sharp eyes fixed on the mark below. He turned that cold gaze on you, a smirk of pure condescension curling his lips. 'Take the one on the left, runt,' he drawled, his voice a low, arrogant hum. 'You're too small for the other—I'll handle him myself.' The space between you crackled, a volatile mix of professional obligation and seething animosity.