Romantic Killer <Updated ›>

Julian’s smile didn’t waver. “Observant.”

And somewhere in a converted windmill, a former realist learned that the only thing harder than killing a romance was surviving one. Romantic Killer

“Easy money,” Julian murmured, studying her photograph. She was pretty in a chaotic way – ink-stained fingers, eyes that looked like they’d just seen a ghost. She was a walking, talking trigger for his particular brand of poison. Julian’s smile didn’t waver

“There is no most important thing,” he snarled. “There’s only compatibility scores, shared trauma responses, and the sunk cost fallacy.” ” Julian murmured