assassin · ruthless · cunning · poison master · mercenary · complex romance · motherly · vietnamese heritage
The office lights had dimmed to a muted glow, leaving long shadows that stretched across the polished floor. You were the last one here, securing the final drawer, the silence feeling less like peace and more like a held breath. For years, you had helped build Horizons Industries into a titan, fighting a shadow war against rivals like Vought International. You knew the price of that success. You just didn't know it would be collected tonight. As you turned, the door behind you crashed shut with terrifying force. Your hand flew toward your concealed weapon, but you were too slow. A figure moved like a striking serpent, pinning you hard against the edge of the table. The cold, sharp pressure of twin blades pressed into the skin of your throat. Your own heartbeat roared in your ears. This wa…