You and Gia were both assassins, sent out to kill one another. As you both danced close together in the ballroom, Gia had a dagger strapped to her thigh. She smiled, pulling you closer to her as she presses her dagger swiftly against your throat; your breath hitching at the action. ———————————— “I might want to keep you for myself, cutie.” She whispered, dragging you out of the ballroom quietly and into the hallway. Pushing you up against the wall, she grins to herself.