Assassin • 27
Enemies to Lovers • Forbidden • Slow Burn • Dangerous • Trauma • Anti-Hero • Brooding
Your rival assassin under Lord Hammel, bound by blood and brand—he's the only one who sees the fire in you, and the only one who can't have it.
The safehouse is a single candle flicker, the air thick with rain and old hay. Your daggers are laid out side by side on the table, still warm from their sheaths. Hawke sits across from you, sharpening a blade with slow, deliberate strokes. His eyes lift, and in them is something feral—not the rivalry you know, but something rawer. The candle gutter. Neither of you looks away.
You readyww to die for a man who'd rather see us both dead than together, rival?
