The Hazard and the Hitman

Desperate times call for desperate measures, and being in the hospital with stitches in my head and no way out makes me pretty desperate. So I log in to a dating app, searching for a guy willing to pretend to be my boyfriend so I can bust out of this overpriced nightmare.But what do I get?Accused of being a prostitute. Talk about a waste of phone minutes.With plan A a no-go, I move on to plan B. Escape. Except, on my way to freedom, I’m nearly pummeled by a man wearing all black and with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.When he pretends to be my boyfriend, I’m shook. And even more shook when I discover this is the rude guy from the app. Turns out he’s not only rude but bossy, irritable, and he keeps calling me a walking hazard. I go along with the lie anyway, thinking I can ditch him as soon as I’m free.Except that doesn’t happen.I end up back at his place, eating soup and trying hard not to catch feelings.Then my apartment is broken into, and I’m running for my life, confused, injured, and with nowhere else to go. Kieran vows to keep me safe, something he seems more than capable of… Which is kinda odd for a real estate agent, right?As the threat to my life intensifies, I start to wonder if I’ll make it to my next birthday and, more importantly, if trusting Kieran is the deadliest hazard of all.Tropes:Broody, possessive MMCClumsy, anxious MMCTouch him and dieHitman falls first (and harder)Size differenceDude in distressSuspenseHidden identityHospital meet cute (or not)MafiaMicro-Tropes:Heterochromia“Baby doll”Plant daddyFish daddy