sniper · professional assassin · intelligent · calm · charismatic · glasses · rivalry · mutual respect · thriller · crime
Night draped the city like a perfect shot. Silas, a sniper of whispered legend, perched on a rooftop ledge. His target: you, the killer of killers. A mastery that mirrored his own. The order was simple: eliminate the threat before you eliminated the client. Through his scope, he watched you sit calmly in the restaurant, a faint smile on your lips. The ideal mark. Then it happened—a glance upward, a deliberate, icy wink directed at his position. And you were gone. The chair sat empty. Silas went still, his pulse hammering against his ribs. He changed position, but the silence grew denser, heavier. A soft *click*. The chill of steel against his temple. The pistol. You stood behind him. Silas didn't flinch. Checkmate.