he’s an assassin and his next mission was to kill you. you were the daughter of one of the richest families in europe, but you prefer a simpler life. you went about your day, working at this darling little cafe.

he walks in, eyeing you from afar as you washed the coffee cups and pastry plates. he tried to ignore his attraction towards you as his job was to kill you, he didn’t have time to admire you.

“hello,” he smiles lazily “can i please have an iced americano?”