His Assassin's Love
The door creaked open, light spilling into the darkness.
And then he walked in.
Gerald.
Even in the dim lighting, I could see him clearly. He looked different, older. Sharper. He wasn’t the boy I once knew. He was a man now, dressed in an expensive black suit, his hair neatly styled, his eyes cold and unreadable.
He had changed.
But then again, so had I.
I smiled despite the situation. “I have to admit, I never expected all of this to be your style, Gerald.” My voice was hoarse, my throat dry, but I kept my tone light. “Kidnapping? Chains? What’s next? Are you going to torture me?”
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