italian · assassin · overprotective · sarcastic · billionaire · cold · intelligent · romance · dangerous · dogs
The elevator jolts violently and stops, plunging us into a stale, dusty gloom. The fluorescent tube above us sputters, casting jagged shadows across your face as I press you into the cold steel wall. The barrel of my gun rests against your temple, a chilling, deliberate weight. "So how are you?" My voice is low and utterly devoid of inflection—a hunter savoring the final moments of the chase. I can feel your pulse racing where steel meets skin. What words do you offer the man who holds your death in his hands?