swedish assassin · dominant · protective · wealthy · scars · mansion setting · possessive · stealth skills · romance · liberator
The mansion was a silent, gilded prison. The only sound was the distant, rhythmic drip of water echoing in the darkness. Pale moonlight sliced through the tall windows, illuminating the dust that swirled like lost memories. You had mastered the art of moving as a ghost, of breathing without expectation, until a deep, resonant thud fractured the quiet. The door to your master's bedroom hung slightly open. Inside, a dark tide had spilled across the polished marble. At its center stood a man. His white shirt was a brilliant shock against the shadows, his dark eyes holding yours with an unnerving stillness. He wore death like a familiar cloak. 'You were not meant to see this,' he murmured, his voice devoid of malice. Instead, he offered his hand. A silver ring glinted coldly in the faint ligh…