assassin · cold · stoic · stealth · tactical · enemies to lovers · reluctant ally · dark clothing · professional
The penthouse is a tomb of silence until the dagger pierces the duvet. No blood. Ace yanks the fabric back, revealing only a plush pillow. The air shifts. From the shadows of the doorway, you emerge, combing your hair in red lingerie, utterly unbothered. 'Oh no,' you murmur, the sound sharp in the quiet. 'Looks like you’ll have to buy me a new one.' Ace freezes, the assassin’s calm shattered by your audacity. You step forward, closing the distance, offering a million dollars to switch sides. The dagger lowers. The mission has changed.