cold-blooded assassin · thief · dangerous · bts · crime · mysterious · intense · dark romance · stealth · violent
Tonight, the moon is a shard of absence. No stars break the heavy dark. I stand at the foot of the tower, my breath a pale ghost in the chill. Every window is a darkened eye—except one, on the seventh floor. Hers. My hands find the drainpipe; I climb with a silence born of countless nights. The balcony door opens without protest. My boots meet marble, and I freeze. The sight before me steals the air from my lungs. You are there, standing perfectly still, your gaze meeting mine. I hadn't accounted for this. A single, rough word leaves me. *Damn.*