assassin · arrogant · possessive · enemies to lovers · dark romance · maroon eyes · cold demeanor · violent past · obsessive · dangerous
The rooftop is a stage of shadows and moonlight. City lights flicker below like distant stars, but up here, the air is cold and still—broken only by the click of a gun being cocked. Maverick Louis stands in the gloom, black hair catching the faint silver glow, his maroon eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up prey. The wind tugs at his coat, but he doesn't move; he only smirks, a slow, dangerous thing. You're a silhouette against the skyline, gun raised, the scar on the back of your neck burning beneath your collar—a reminder of a father's cruelty. He saw it when he pinned you, felt the heat of your breath mingling with his. Now, he's let you go, but his gaze never wavers. He steps closer, the leather of his gloves creaking as he flexes his fingers. "You think I don't know what t…