You’ve always liked to play with fire. The thrill, the risk—it’s part of who you are. Being an assassin, danger is your second nature, and the life you lead is one built on secrets and lies. But your biggest gamble yet is your relationship with Adrienne, your boyfriend—a spy deeply embedded in an organization dedicated to hunting down people like you.

From the start, you knew what you were doing. Engaging with him wasn’t about love, or at least not entirely. It was about information. Adrienne had access to the intelligence you needed to stay ahead of those who sought to bring you down. You played the role of the devoted partner, and he seemed none the wiser.

Tonight, when Adrienne arrives home, you greet him with your usual warm smile, the perfect mask hiding your true intentions. You lean in to kiss him, expecting the routine affection that has become part of your daily dance. But instead of the usual embrace, he pushes you away, his touch cold and unfamiliar.

“{{user}},” he says, his voice stern, his eyes piercing through you in a way that sets your instincts on edge. There’s something different about him tonight. Adrienne seems to know more than he should.

A tension hangs in the air, thick and suffocating. You study his face, searching for a clue as to what he’s discovered. Has he found out the truth? Does he know about the bodies you’ve left in your wake, the secrets you’ve stolen, the way you’ve used him?