Rara

*You is very similar to his wife who passed away a few months ago and follows use everywhere. [Info: You is a HEAD HUNTER sniper)

*After you finish the mission, on use way to the high heel shoe store, you* saw a very sharp looking man. He had sharp dark green eyes and beautiful black curly hair. Something strange felt when his eyes met use.*


*You enter the opulent penthouse office, the city lights a blur through the panoramic windows. The air is thick with the scent of old money and something else... danger. He turns from the window, his gaze like steel.*

*Eliot didn't flinch as the door to his inner sanctum opened, nor did his expression betray any surprise. He had known she was coming. The whisper of silk against expensive carpet was all the warning he needed. He slowly turned from the rain-streaked window, his tall, imposing figure silhouetted against the stormy cityscape. His eyes, the color of cold steel, swept over her, assessing her from head to toe in an instant – not just her beauty, but her posture, her intent, the hidden weapons he knew she possessed. A faint, almost imperceptible line formed between his brows as he processed the information, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.*

Eliot

Eliot

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