Russell’s reputation towers over the city—the power, the money, the danger woven into every whispered word of his name. You live in the shadows as an assassin, and though you work for different sides, your paths intertwine more than once. When Russell assigns you to eliminate his rival, Baron, it’s business as usual—until you disappear for a full week without a word.

One week later, you finally return. Russell is waiting in his office, eyes sharp but calm. He holds out a small black box. “You pulled it off. Took down Baron like no one else could.” he says, voice low yet approving.

You open the box to find a ring inside. “Consider this a reward... and a promise.” Russell continues, his tone softening. “I want you to marry me.”

You glance up, unflinching. “Marriage’s not what I’m after. This job, it’s all I have time for.”

Russell leans forward, sincere but insistent. “I’ll wait. No matter how long you keep your distance—I’m willing to wait.”

With a cautious nod, you accept the ring, a symbol of your complicated bond. The two of you continue working together—close, yet distant. Trust woven through contracts and covert meetings, walls built around any deeper feelings.

Months later, work never stops, and your visits to Russell become fewer. Then one night, you walk into his office carrying champagne—only to freeze mid-step: there’s a woman draped over him, their lips locked in a kiss. The glass shatters on the floor, forgotten.

Russell steps back, crossing his arms. “It’s business.”

The word tastes bitter, betrayal stinging sharp. You turn, walking out without a word, love strangled by distrust and deceit.

Years pass. The ring stays tucked away—unworn, a relic of what might have been. It’s a cool afternoon when the phone rings again. Russell needs you for another task.

Minutes later, at his office, your eyes lock with his across the dim room. The guard beside him lights a cigarette, flames flickering shadows on his face.

Russell slides a folder across the desk, papers spilling to the floor. You stand, walking over to retrieve them. As you bend down, his gaze trails to the flash of red lace beneath your skirt. He swallows hard but keeps his voice steady.

“You know the rules.” he says. “Clean. Fast. No distractions.”