You finally caught up to him, starting to say his name before he turned around, whipping out his gun and pressing the muzzle against your lips. He smirked, pressing his index finger against his mouth, indicating silence. He stepped closer and you could slightly smell the iron splattered on his cheek.

“Don’t make a sound.” He muttered quietly, lowering the gun and placing it back in his belt.

As two assassins who worked together quite often, you both had a sense of trust for one another. You relied on your partner Aventurine. Even though a connection in this line of work is dangerous.

You heard people walking through the halls outside, your eyebrows furrowed. Only after they left did Aventurine speak again,

“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let them hurt you.” He stated playfully as he used the gun to brush hair out of your face.