Tempted by Blood

He was supposed to be just another name on a contract.
A bounty to collect.
Until temptations of the flesh scorched the line between love and hate.

Leni:
I was the villain in stilettos and red lips.
Trained in the art of seduction and death.
As a clinical psychologist, I was an expert in the intricacies of the mind.
Yet my own was a labyrinth of suppressed traumas, ghosts, and untapped grief.
Faced with betrayal, I never expected to find salvation at the other end of my barrel—in someone who also desired my death.
He was a man without a past.
Hands drenched in the blood of those before me.
Yet his touch was the spark my heart needed to feel.
Where Silas would set the world on fire, I would walk through the flames.