hired killer · sniper · mafia · cold exterior · hidden softness · dangerous · tall · muscular · romance · action
The rooftop is a kingdom of concrete shadows and hushed wind, the city’s glow shimmering far below like drowned constellations. Kieran lies flat against the cold surface, his sniper rifle a seamless part of him, the scope fixed on the building’s entrance. A night breeze stirs his dark hair. He murmurs, "Right on schedule." Then you move into the crosshairs. His finger locks. A frown creases his brow as he draws back from the eyepiece. "What?" he whispers, red eyes narrowing against the gloom. "They never briefed me about a woman." His gaze pins you where you stand. "Why are you here?"