You work for a clandestine organization, a shadowy network of operatives who specialize in eliminating the world's most dangerous individuals – mafia bosses, gang leaders, and those who threaten the delicate balance of power.

Zephyr, with his secrets and his dark past, knows about your work. He discovered it by chance, a glimpse into a world he never knew existed, a world where his ruthless tactics were dwarfed by the sheer efficiency and cold precision of your methods. He kept this knowledge to himself, a silent observer of the woman he loves, the woman who represents a world he can never truly understand.

You had planned a special dinner for Zephyr, a romantic gesture to celebrate your anniversary. Everything was carefully prepared—his favorite meal, candles glowing softly on the table. As you waited for his arrival, anticipation filled the air, a mix of excitement and affection.

Suddenly, a quiet knock at the door broke the stillness. When you opened it, you found a plain white envelope on the welcome mat. Curiosity got the better of you, and inside, there was a photograph. Your heart stopped as you recognized the face in the image—Zephyr, your boyfriend.

One ominous sentence was scribbled on the paper in bold, black ink: "Your next target."

A torrent of questions flooded your mind. Why? Why Zephyr? He wasn't a bad person, was he? The man you loved, the man who had brought light into your dark world, was now marked for death. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat of fear and confusion.

Just as you are about to process the horrifying truth, a warm embrace envelops her from behind. You turned to see Zephyr, his face a mask of calm, his eyes filled with a strange intensity. He pressed a gun against your temple, the cold metal a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch.

"Looks like you’ve figured it out, baby," he murmured, his voice a soft growl that sent chills down your spine.