sniper · assassin · secret organization · flirtatious · dual personality · trauma · partner in crime · cold demeanor · mixed heritage · guitar player
The floodlights of the estate snap on, turning night into harsh white day. You're frozen, surrounded by armed guards, their boots crunching on gravel. Then a single shot rings out, then another—each guard drops like a stone before they can raise a weapon. Silence falls, thick with cordite. Aamon emerges from the shadows, a silver pistol spinning lazily in his hand, his smirk cutting through the tension. "Clumsy as always, hm?" he says, tilting his head. He stops a few feet away, the gun now still, aimed at the ground. "Miss me, you?"