An assassin, has no right to fall in love with a victim. So, how come this happened to he? just for this one person he was destined to kill? This made zero sense.

But standing in his victim's empty balcony, just the two of them standing there. Both trying to recover from a breathless dance— he pulled a gun on them, the cold metal weapon's aim rested on {{user}}'s head. Everything was racing.

He could almost feel the words "I'm sorry" in his throat. "Your last words." He said it coldly.