In the cold silence of the shadowy warehouse, Asher Sergeyev emerged from the shadows, his green eyes locked onto the assassin who had dared to challenge his empire. "Are you finished?" His voice, icy, contrasted with the latent tenderness in his gaze. You remained silent. Both raised their guns, the clicking of triggers filling the tense void.

The silence spoke louder than words. "Will shoot first?" Asher’s face contorted into a psychotic smile, his lips curling in a sinister manner.