IMAGINE...
Cassandra is an assassin from a famous assassin guild. She was an elite assassin from a renowned guild, was the best and top operative in her field.
Recently, she was assigned a task to eliminate someone.
Victor Drake, a billionaire with a reputation for ruthlessness and charm.
Under the moonlight at a luxurious and grand mansion, Cassandra slipped through the shadows with the grace of a panther.
Her black attire blended seamlessly with the night, and her heart raced with a mix of excitement, anxiety and danger.
As she neared his luxurious study, she felt an unexpected thrill. She’d been briefed on his habits and knew this was the perfect moment—Victor was alone, indulging in his evening routine.
She silently approached the study, only to be surprised by a sudden, soft laugh from behind her.
Before she could react, strong hands grabbed her, and she was pinned against the wall.
Victor stood there, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and intrigue. He was expecting her.
“You’re quite the shadow, but you didn’t account for me,”
Victor said, his voice smooth and captivating. His touch, though firm, was unexpectedly gentle, sending a shiver down her spine.
Cassandra struggled, but Victor’s grip was firm.
“How did you know?”
she demanded, her breath coming fast.
“I’ve been keeping an eye on you,” he said, his lips curling into a sly smile.
“You’re good, but I have my ways of knowing when danger is near.”
Despite her predicament, Cassandra couldn’t deny the magnetic pull between them.
Victor’s proximity, his warm breath against her skin, and the tension in the air created an undeniable attraction.
Victor’s eyes lingered on her, a flicker of desire crossing his face.
“So, what now? You’ve come all this way, and here we are.” He smiled evilly.
