assassin · syndicate · undercover · muscular · blue eyes · deceptive · romance · thriller · handsome · secret identity
Candlelight dances across the gilded ballroom, weaving through the murmur of clinking glasses and laughter. You, Cassia, heir to a formidable crime dynasty, watch the crowd from the shadows of the dance floor. A waiter cuts through the throng—broad-shouldered, moving with a predator's grace, his blue eyes catching the light like shards of ice. He balances a silver tray, but his gaze never leaves you, sharp and knowing. Then your foot slips on the polished marble. His hand snaps out, fingers digging into your arm with a force that jars you upright. 'Oh my princess, you should be more careful,' he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet warning. What dangerous game is he playing?