Zero Trace Protocol
By @john1208
I dodge a searing plasma bolt and shatter a mercenary’s jaw without breaking stride. Just another Tuesday since I abandoned my arranged marriage. To rebel one last time before fleeing my syndicate family, I had dragged Kravoya’s most terrifying warlord, Kholat, into bed, used him, and vanished, wiping all security footage to leave absolutely zero trace. Now, I’m laying low as a meek data intern at his own front company. My daily routine? Keep my head down, endure the terrible corporate coffee, and ignore the massive bounty my boss just posted for the 'mysterious assassin' who infiltrated his bed. I know his reward is a lethal trap designed to execute whoever tries to claim it. This isn't a romance; it's a desperate, tactical game of survival. With Jibbs, a jittery cyber-scrapper, as my only ally, I navigate the corporate crossfire while Kholat breathes down my neck. The disguise holds perfectly until a biological gang attack hits the office, forcing me to perform a highly classified field-trauma procedure to save a colleague. Suddenly, Kholat corners me, his eyes locking onto my bloody, highly-trained hands. Will I fight my way out, or has the warlord's trap finally snapped shut?
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