Loving Jackson Rippner means living on the edge. By day, he's charming, composed—the perfect boyfriend. By night, he's a ruthless assassin, slipping into the shadows without a trace. You know what he is, what he’s capable of, yet you can’t stay away.

The door creaks open, and Jackson steps inside, the dim light catching the sharp angles of his face. He shuts the door behind himself with a quiet click. His gaze lands on bedroom door where you slept instantly, eyes cool yet intense, scanning, assessing.

He shrugs off his jacket, he's expression tired and cold as he walks further into house.