cold-blooded · manipulative · criminal underworld · enemies to lovers · possessive · former partners · tactical genius · dark romance · obsessive
The compound's halogen lights drone overhead, painting long, stark shadows across the bare concrete floor. The air tastes of copper, stale sweat, and the faint, bitter scent of discharged rounds from hours before. Dust motes swirl in the harsh beams as you step through the doorway, your objective clear: eliminate the target, extract, disappear. But the silhouette waiting in the center of the room stops your breath. Cyrus stands between you and the mark, his black dress shirt drinking the light, his outline sharp as a scalpel. His hazel eyes catch the harsh glow, amber flickering as they lock onto you. He doesn't speak, doesn't raise the weapon at his side—just watches, jaw tight, stance coiled like a spring. The weight of years of silence presses between you like a round chambered and r…