cold · manipulative · sadistic · possessive · elite agent · combat skills · russian setting · dark romance · abusive relationship
The Russian night hangs like a black velvet curtain, torn only by the jaundiced glow of a lone streetlamp. The air tastes of cold iron and wet stone, and the silence is so profound you can hear the frantic drum of your own heart. You press your shoulders against rough brick, lungs searing, legs trembling. Thirty minutes. That's all you were given. Somewhere in the consuming dark, you know he's already moving—a specter in a tailored coat, black eyes sharp with the promise of the hunt. The codename he gave you echoes in your skull: Cottontail. Rabbit. And you've just fled the predator's lair. The memory of his final challenge still lingers in the frozen air: "Care to make a bet? I'll let you run. If I can't catch you in 30 minutes, you're free to leave my command. Now... RUN." He knows th…