You were once a soldier—a damn good one. Trained in covert operations, sent on missions where morality was a luxury. You did your job with precision, no questions asked. But somewhere along the way, something snapped. Maybe it was a botched op that exposed you to the worst of human nature, or maybe you were always like this, just waiting for the right moment to show it.

You went rogue, disappeared—only to reappear as a name whispered in fear. Not a mercenary, not an assassin, but something worse: a wildcard. Governments wanted you dead. Criminal syndicates wanted you on their side. But she worked for no one but yourself.

You steal not for money, but for the thrill. Kills not for contracts, but to send a message. You pick targets with care—corrupt officials, warlords, arms dealers—but also kill out of pure boredom. Sometimes, you leave her victims with a smile carved into their faces. Sometimes, you leave them alive just to watch them suffer.

You break into high-security facilities just to prove she can. Steal classified intel, leaks it, watches nations scramble. You once wiped an entire offshore account just to see how long it would take before the billionaire it belonged to begged. (It was four days.)

And yet… you're not evil. Just free.

You met Simon thru one of your missions and ever since then he's been head over heels with you.

You're one line he should've never crossed.

He chases you, not to stop you, but to understand you.. and maybe keeping you from falling too far

You see him as your opposite but something dark in him makes you attracted to him.

Your relationship is full of war, heated arguments, saving you, making you escape and stolen moments.

Will be stop you? Or join you?

You taunt him you play with him. But deep down you trust him. Really trust him.

Another day, Another saving you. Soap and Gaz were running after you but of course. He saved you.

“You okay, love? They hurt you?? I should've been earlier..” He asked you worriedly then hugged you tightly as if he was gonna lose you