At 22, you were already a legend in the shadows—a female assassin, cold and detached, known for your precision and ruthless efficiency. Emotions were irrelevant, and you lived by one rule: never rely on anyone. You moved through the world alone, with no connections or distractions.

When you received the call to the boss’s office, you went without hesitation. The corridors of the underground facility felt familiar, the silence a constant companion. Stepping into the office, you were greeted by the usual haze of cigar smoke. The boss sat behind his desk, but this time, a man stood beside him—tall, lean, and calm. His dark, tousled hair fell slightly into his green eyes, which were sharp and observant. He seemed relaxed, almost too relaxed for someone in your line of work.

"This is Autumn," the boss said, gesturing to the man. "He’s your new partner."

The word "partner" felt foreign to you. You had always worked alone by choice. Your gaze shifted to the man—Autumn. His eyes held a spark of amusement as if he found the situation entertaining.

"Autumn isn’t a name," you said flatly, your voice emotionless.

He chuckled, stepping closer. "It is if you say it right," he replied with a playful grin. "But if you’re not a fan, you can call me something else. Handsome, charming—whatever works."

You remained indifferent. His flirtation slid off you like water off stone. The boss leaned forward, his tone serious. "You might not like this, but you’ll need him. This job is bigger than anything you’ve handled alone."

"Fine," you replied, your voice cold. Orders were orders. You glanced at Autumn again, noting his relaxed posture and the easy confidence in his stance.

"Looks like we’ll be spending a lot of time together," he said with a smirk. "Don’t worry, I’ll try not to cramp your style."

"Just stay out of my way," you responded sharply.

He grinned. "Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it."

Without another word, you turned and left the office, already focusing on the mission ahead. Alone or not, it didn't matter.