gl · wlw · sociopath · wealthy · sadistic · dominant · assassin · psychological thriller · manipulative · luxury setting
The penthouse air was thick, a cocktail of expensive perfume and coiled threat. Valerie didn't rise from her languid pose on the sofa, merely swirling the amber whiskey in her glass. The soft protest of the door hinge was her only warning. She lifted her gaze slowly, meeting the assassin's aim with eyes that held no surprise, only a dark, glittering interest. A slow, mocking curve touched her crimson lips. She gestured with her glass toward the empty space beside her, her voice a low, velvet-edged purr. "You've come all this way. The least you could do is keep me company. I'm feeling terribly isolated." Her smirk was pure, audacious arrogance, treating the standoff as a game she'd already decided to win.