He was all sharp edges with a brooding darkness that set your pulse racing. His eyes blue fathomless pools. It was like looking into a void. Ice cold.
He was a cold hearted assassin. She was trained to take him down.
A Dark AU Van McCann story (thi...
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AN: I've temporarily unpublished this story whilst I back it up and post it on Tumblr too. I thought it would also give me a chance to make some much needed edits as I wanted to change the POV. Thanks for reading, I'll try and get it uploaded and updated soon 💙
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I didn't choose this life. It chose me. That's what I always told myself. As I grew into adulthood it soon became apparent that I wasn't going to be satisfied with just any 9-5 desk job. I craved something more. And later, whilst my friends were all settling down and going gooey-eyed over wedding dresses and the prospect of having babies, I was training hard, learning how to handle a gun, mastering the art of tracking some of the country's deadliest killers.
The handful of relationships I'd had were short-lived. It wasn't easy to commit when I could be called away at any moment, catching a flight to some distant city. And it wasn't just being away. The job consumed me. It was more than just a career.
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I rolled over in bed, blinking awake, temporarily confused as to my surroundings. Then it all came flooding back. The tip-off that my latest target had been spotted in London. The exhilaration that had flooded me as I'd boarded the train and my arrival in the capital. And then... I cursed under my breath, glancing over at the sleeping figure beside me. This was becoming an all too familiar pattern. I was getting sloppy, distracted from the case. I'd settled down for a meal and a drink at the hotel bar last night, intending to get an early night and a good head-start the following morning, but I'd been approached by a handsome guy who'd offered me a drink. One drink had turned into two, and then three... the next thing he was in my hotel room, pinning me up against the wall and fucking me hard and rough just like I'd asked him to.
