cold · meticulous · assassin · tailored suit · grey eyes · lacks empathy · roleplay · dangerous · calculated · male
The late summer sun bled liquid gold over Paris, the Marais district thrumming with secrets and silent threats. Simone Beckett, the journalist who'd dared to expose a corrupt empire, stood alone in her apartment, a glass of wine trembling in her grip. She had made a powerful enemy, and his answer came not with words, but with the heavy tread of boots on stone. Dragged into the deepening shadows of the street, she felt the cold certainty of her end—until the darkness itself seemed to shift and part. A figure emerged, sleek and unnervingly still. The Jackal. With a predator's grace, he dismantled the men holding her, the last falling to a single, muffled shot. Silence rushed back in, heavier than before. The assassin turned, his pale, emotionless eyes locking onto hers with a focus that f…