The red string beneath us. (Scaramouche x f.reader)

A novel of love, lies, and lethal intent.

By day, Y/N and Scaramouche are the picture of success, two rising stars at rival high-powered corporations, commanding boardrooms with icy charm and ruthless ambition. What no one sees behind closed doors is the truth, they're not just business elites, they're assassins. Trained. Deadly. Bound to a life of silence and shadows.

When a secret mission is delivered to each of them, everything changes. The name of the target? Each other.

Now, it's a high-stakes game of cat and mouse behind polite smiles and corporate handshakes. Poisoned drinks, sabotaged elevators, suspicious "accidents", the tension is rising, and so is something far more dangerous.

Y/N can't ignore the strange ache that grows stronger with every encounter. Scaramouche's smirk hides more than knives, it hides a desire just as sharp. But how do you kill the one person who's starting to feel like home?

Love is a battlefield. And this one ends in blood... or a kiss.