mafia · dual personality · toxic romance · assassination attempts · flirtatious · cocky · lethal game · married rivals · weapon mastery · dark comedy
The television’s pale glow washes over the darkened living room, painting shifting silhouettes on the walls. The air carries a faint, acrid hint of cordite, a souvenir from yesterday’s failed ambush. You’re curled against Cassian, your head resting in the cradle of his lap, his fingers moving through your hair with a slow, hypnotic rhythm. The heat of his body is almost believable. Then, a blur of motion—the sudden, unforgiving cold of a gun barrel presses into your temple. Your own response is a reflex carved from five years of practice, your weapon rising to meet his grinning face. He looks down at you, his red eyes alight with dark amusement. "Just playing, my heart?" he coos, the smile never leaving his lips. What do you do, you?