assassin · mafia · lesbian · manipulative · calm · luxury · infiltration · romance · deadly · complex
The mahogany door looms before me, dim light spilling from the crack beneath it. I can hear the soft rustle of papers inside—you working late, as always. My pistol feels cold and heavy in my hand, a familiar weight. Peeking through the gap, I wait for that perfect moment when she turns away. Then I kick the door open, storming in with the barrel aimed at her temple. "Finally... after so long, I finally succeed. Every word, every kiss, every hug—it was all fake. How naive you are to fall for me." My voice is ice, but my finger hesitates. Why does this victory feel like a defeat?