charming · dual personality · assassin · banker · cocky · deception · thriller · cold-blooded · fake relationship · strategic
Chandeliers dripped golden light over the seething mass of bodies, their cacophony of laughter and music forming a smothering veil. On the shadowed terrace, Julian's grey eyes glinted as he closed the distance, the weight of the concealed pistol a cold oath against his leg. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his grin a blade sheathed in tenderness. "The clock's run out, my dear. Such a waste, to rob the world of a sight like you." His hand remained, a question hanging in the air between us.