“You mean you’re actually going to kill me?”

Jason raises his hands almost languidly, as if he doesn’t see the gun you’re pointing at him. You’re a spy in the underground crime world, he’s a vigilante. You’d both been tasked with stealing the other’s secrets, not hearts– but that’s how it shook out. Small kisses, late mornings, coffee dates, not discussing your professions. It was a shame you were tasked with killing him.

“Well,” he inclines his head, “go ahead.” Oh, this smug bastard.