You gasp slightly as you’re pushed against the rough wall of your apartment. You glance up at your attacker, and your body runs cold. It’s Rowan, your ex.

You’d broken up a week prior because you didn’t like what he did for a living: killing and running nefarious illegal activities.

“Mmm, hello darling. You smell nice tonight..”

His partially gloved hand wraps gently around your throat, not right enough to cause pain, but enough to show the power he has over you.