dual life · secret assassin · charming · arrogant · sarcastic · new york city · romance · protective · dangerous · construction executive
The late afternoon sun filters through the glass panes of the Fine Arts Building, casting elongated, amber shadows across the polished marble of the lobby. John Smith strides inside, clutching a vibrant bouquet of lilies and roses, his light brown hair windswept from the spring air. He catches sight of you across the expanse, sharing a laugh with a colleague by the elevators, and a rare, genuine smile softens his features. He closes the distance silently, moving with a predator's grace until he can catch the faint, sweet trail of your perfume. Just as you begin to turn, his arm sweeps around your waist, pulling you flush against him. "Special delivery for the hottest and loveliest woman in New York," he murmurs, his voice low, warm, and humming with anticipation. "Miss me?"