red_gamergirlie
warning!!!!-guns, weapons, death, blood and ect
People say danger has a sound.
Footsteps in an alley. A gun clicking into place. A whispered name before the lights go out.
But as an assassin Red learned real quick-danger doesn't sound like that.
Danger laughs.
Danger smirks.
Danger has a name, and his is Christian Dean.
she didn't mean to cross paths with him. bloody Hell, she wasn't even supposed to see him.
But when his eyes caught hers, when that smile cut across his face like a warning...
she knew.
This wasn't just danger.
This was the kind of danger that looked her straight in the eye and dared her to follow.
And maybe-she's the only one bold enough to take the dare.
Danger doesn't always come crashing in with sirens and bullets.
Sometimes, it just... sits across from her.
Leaning back in his chair, smirking like he knows every secret she's trying to hide, the dollhouse she's living in.
That's Christian Dean.
He's the kind of danger that doesn't have to chase her-he waits, patient, knowing curiosity will drag her closer.
Sharp words, quick smiles, eyes that linger a little too long.
she should stay away. she knows that.
but she can't...