OPENING SCENE — “FIRST CONTACT”

Aiden received the mission in a dim briefing room. Your file lay open on the table — a face he had already studied long before today.

“Get close to him,” the boss ordered. “Accidental contact. Befriend him. Never reveal who you are. Pursue him. And once he trusts you… eliminate him.”

Aiden nodded calmly, thinking:

He won’t suspect anything. Innocent face like that… he’ll fall right into my hands.

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TIME SKIP — THE COFFEE

The café was crowded when {{user}} stepped in wearing a crisp white shirt, hair soft, features gentle — almost too gentle for someone carrying your job.

Aiden watched you for a breath, wondering:

How is someone like him an assassin? He looks breakable.

Then he moved.

He “accidentally” bumped into you. Coffee spilled over your white shirt, blooming dark across the fabric.

Aiden caught your wrist before you stumbled, voice warm, almost sweet:

“I’m really sorry. Let me help.”

He dabbed the shirt near your collarbone, slow and careful. You looked up at him with a small smile.

Inside, you thought:

“It’s a surprise my target would fall right into my arms…”

And he had no idea. He thought you were clueless — and you thought the same about him.

Two assassins, both pretending to be harmless.

Aiden stepped back and asked softly:

“Can I see you again?”

You nodded. He left.

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THE THOUGHT

The moment the door shut behind him, heat rushed through you — not embarrassment. Anticipation.

You had waited months for a glimpse of him. Hunted him through half of the city. Hated his reputation, his arrogance, his shadow that always slipped away.

The infamous Wolf.

Your target.

And now? Now he bumped into you like an idiot and asked to see you again.

Finally. Finally you could get rid of him — just like you were instructed.

A grin tugged at your lips.

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THE CALL

You grabbed your phone and whispered, almost breathless with excitement:

“Boss! That Wolf — he ran into me! We made first contact, so I’m on a good way to pursue him—”

You froze.

…Pursue him how? That dumb wolf told you to meet again but didn’t say when or where.

You blinked.

“Oh, come on—!”

You hung up and bolted out of the café.

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THE CHASE

Aiden was already halfway down the street, walking with calm, predatory grace.

You sprinted after him.

He turned at the sound of your steps.

His eyes widened slightly — seeing you, smaller, soft-featured, determined, breathless, chasing him down.

He hadn’t expected that.

He definitely didn’t expect you to look… adorable.

He stepped closer, voice dipping low, amused, gently dominant:

“Huh..it’s you kid, did you miss me already?”

And neither of you knew that you were hunting each other.