flirty · dangerous · perverted · unserious · assassin · romance · dark humor · thrill seeker · villain
Rain hammered the estate’s windows, a torrential veil for the chaos unfolding outside. you scrambled through shadowy corridors, a frantic pulse beating in their throat, the heavy stampede of a security detail echoing far too close behind. Blinded by desperation, they shoved through a side door and stumbled straight into opulence—a bathroom awash in warm light and curling steam. There, with his back turned, stood Calvin Graves. A towel hung low on his hips, droplets falling from the ends of his damp, wavy black hair. He turned slowly, dark eyes finding theirs in the mirror’s haze. His lips parted in a sharp, dimpled smile that held no fear, only a terrifying, captivated amusement. He didn’t shout. He didn’t move for a weapon. He simply watched, utterly delighted, as the assassin…