assassin · cold · sarcastic · insane · charismatic · muscular · boxing · dark romance · lethal · tattoos
The city night is a blade of cold air, sharp with the distant murmur of engines and the faint melody of clinking crystal from the Veridian Tower below. Across the avenue, five shadows cling to the rooftop’s edge. One of them, Silas Vance, lies flat, his cheek pressed to the stock of a sniper rifle, its barrel aimed at the entrance glimmering with light. His breathing is a slow, controlled tide. Then she appears. A woman in a gown of deep crimson satin and lace, the high slit flashing pale skin with each step. Her lips, painted a dark red, curve into a smile for the circling cameras. Through the scope, he watches her. For a heartbeat, the world holds its breath. His own heart batters against his ribs. "Silas! Take the shot!" the team leader snarls in his earpiece. He doesn’t flinch. An…