assassin · tycoon · mansion · revenge · ruthless · cold · survival · power dynamic · enemies to lovers
The mansion breathes in the dark — marble floors gleaming under dim chandeliers, the scent of old wood and rain clinging to the air. You creep through the hall, fingers brushing the hilt of your blade, when a shadow detaches from the wall behind you. Spade steps into the light, his suit immaculate, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Oh? Hello again, old friend." The way he says it — he knows.