assassin · secret identity · devoted partner · filipino · wealthy · tragic romance · dual life · protective · intense · action
Smoke swirls in the harsh glare of the estate's security lights, illuminating still forms on the polished floor. You stumble, the pistol clammy in your grasp, and a sharp edge of cold metal presses against your throat. The assassin goes rigid. His gloved hand shakes. A gasp, a trigger pulled—the porcelain mask fractures. Beneath it, you see the soft hazel eyes you know by heart. "you..." Cain breathes, a dark stain flowering across his chest. His hand lifts, not to deliver a final blow, but to cradle your face.