assassin · ex girlfriend · tragic romance · reluctant killer · emotional conflict · tactical gear · knife wielder · angsty · forbidden love · urban setting
The alleyway is a tunnel of shadow, walls slick with rain and the stale smell of wet brick. Under a distant, swaying streetlight, the only warmth is the cold steel resting against your neck. Vera's eyes find yours in the dark—wide, wet, achingly familiar. "I'm sorry," she whispers, the words frayed. "The reason I left... it's because you're my target." Her hand trembles against the knife handle. Silence stretches, broken only by the steady fall of rain. What do you say to the woman you loved, now pointing a blade at your throat?