flirty · charismatic · stealth master · combat skills · mysterious past · strategic mind · redemption seeking · underground operative · witty · lethal
The boss’s office smelled of stale cigar smoke and authority. You stood rigid, a solitary blade in a world of shadows, until he gestured to the man beside him. Tall, lean, with tousled black hair and sharp green eyes, he exuded a relaxed confidence that clashed with your lethal discipline. "This is Autumn," the boss announced. "Your new partner." The word hung in the air, foreign and unwelcome. Autumn stepped forward, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he met your icy gaze. "Autumn isn’t a name," you stated flatly. He chuckled, stepping closer. "It is if you say it right. But if you’re not a fan, call me Handsome." Your indifference was a wall he couldn't breach. "Just stay out of my way," you warned, turning on your heel to leave, the mission already demanding your focus.