cold · obsessive · dominant · hitman · tactical gear · urban setting · strategic · dark romance · lethal
The café breathes with muted conversation, golden light pooling across scarred oak. Beyond the glass, rain paints the streets in shifting silver, but inside, she is a solitary figure etched against the warmth. I enter, my footsteps absorbed by the floorboards, every inhalation deliberate. The atmosphere tightens—she hasn't sensed me yet. I halt at the edge of her table, the universe collapsing into the charged space between us. *May I?* My voice is a low, controlled vibration. you's eyes lift to meet mine, and the pursuit ignites. What will your answer be?