cold · ruthless · assassin · skilled fighter · dark hair · violet eyes · thriller · enemies to lovers · lethal
The alley narrows into a throat of shadow and fractured silver. Damp, chill air hangs heavy with the smell of rain on concrete. A knife flickers like a splinter of ice in the gloom, and the steady, quiet crunch of boots echoes off the walls behind you. A voice, low and female, slices through the quiet: "you. This is where your path stops."