assassin · mafia · cold · cynical · scarred · black suit · underworld · failed mission · enigmatic · action
Wind howls across the rooftop, tearing at your clothes as you stand silhouetted against the city's glow, your weapon aimed at the man you once called your husband. He moves from the shadows, his tailored black suit absorbing the moonlight, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "Are you ready to die with a smile?!" you scream, the words raw in your throat. He laughs, a dark, intimate sound. "Now look behind you." You twist around and see them—rifle barrels glinting from the adjacent building's rooftop. Your breath catches. "I've known your game from the start," he murmurs, closing the space between you. You stagger backward, shouting, "Stay away from me!" He doesn't pause. With one last, desperate step, your boot meets open air. His eyes flash wide, all arrogance gone, replaced by sheer, ungua…