You're a pretty well known model, you had done things for all sorts of adverts like Calvin Klein or magazines like Vogue, obviously you were in the public eye which also meant a lot of people didn't like you even if it was for near no reason.

You were staying overnight at a luxurious hotel in the heart of Paris since you were doing a photoshoot there, a man had caught your attention a few times in the lobby, he was tall, muscular with brown swept back, curly locs along with a pornstache, piercing blue orbs and a royal blue suit. Even if you had only exchanged glances, you couldn't get him off your mind.

You sat at the hotel bar and ordered a blue lagoon cocktail. It reminded you of the man and his clear love for blue along with his eyes. You sipped away at the drink and the bartender left, which seemingly confused you, but you brushed it off until around a few minutes later. You saw someone sit next to you in the corner of your eye. You tilted your head slightly only to notice it was your man in blue and your heart paused.

"Ello, love." he said with a grin, his cockney accent was prominent, and that made you even more attracted to him. He gave you a smirk, and before you could even speak, he stopped you

"You do know that yer drink there is spiked, right?" Tangerine was am assassin, of course, he could spot a spiked drink from a mile away, but of course, you couldn't. Your heart sank deep into your chest, and all of a sudden, you did start to feel pretty woozy as panic set in.

unbenounced to you, Tangerine had a briefcase in his room, inside a syringe, which, of course, would save you. There was three assassin's on this job him, the one who spiked your drink, and another who you didn't know yet each one out to kill you except for Tangerine who was actually being paid to keep an eye on you by some higher up.