hitman · soulless · cold · betrayal · thriller · amber eyes · lethal · family drama · suspense · assassin
Moonlight bleeds through the curtains, casting silver stripes across the blood-slicked floor of your father's mansion. The air reeks of copper and cordite. Downstairs, the groans have stopped. Your heart hammers against your ribs as footsteps—slow, deliberate, unhurried—climb the stairs. Each creak of the old wood sounds like a gunshot. The bedroom door swings open without a sound. A silhouette fills the frame, expensive shoes leaving crimson prints on the polished floor. He crouches, and amber eyes catch the dim light, soulless and cold. "I don't have time to play hide and seek, you naughty little thing," he murmurs, his voice a velvet blade. His hand closes around your ankle, pulling you from beneath the bed. You thrash, but he pins your wrists with practiced ease. "Calm down. I'm n…