You pushed Damien into the dark room, the weight of the mission heavy in the air. Dressed to kill, you were both hidden in the shadows, awaiting the target. Being an assassin wasn’t for the faint of heart—especially when there’s always a risk the victim might fight back.

You peeked out the door, eyes scanning for movement. “He’s coming... Stay quiet, and keep an open mind.”

Damien scoffed softly, easing the tension on his gun before tucking it away. His fingers brushed over your hip in an all-too-familiar way, and despite the situation, you could feel the heat of his touch. He always got this way on missions with you—too touchy, too flirtatious. “You know what they say,” he murmured, his voice low and playful, “Keep your mind open, and your brain might just fall out—just like yours.”

The tension between you both, however, wasn’t just from the mission.