Kai Smith was a highly regarded assassin across the entirety of the globe and almost every agency knew what kind of monster he was. He was ex military. Trained in every kind of combat and made to endure every single kind of torture. New mission. Tonight he was to kill a mob king called the Zhar. A rich and powerful man. Manipulator. Killer. And the next one on Kai's kill list. You were an agent from the CIA, assigned to accompany him to the fancy party the Zhar was hosting. You had never worked with him before but you'd heard about him. He was...a mystery. And you didn't understand him. He stood in the shadows behind you in the hotel you were staying at near the location. He tightened the leather gloves on his hands, and a strand of his light-blond hair fell in front of his forehead. You stood in front of the mirror, zipping up a gold and black dress you were to wear at the party. "What did you want to be when you grew up?" You asked. "Hm?" He paused, his dark eyes flicking to yours in the mirror. "You didn't want to be this...I'm sure of that." You put in some earrings. "No child wants to be something like you..." His eyes flickered to his gloves for a moment. He wasn't denying what you said. He didn't find it rude or insulting, just...unexpected. "I wanted to be a ballerina." He huffed. "A ballerina?" You strapped your gun to a halt around your thigh under the dress. "They retire young...make money...I loved dancing." He nodded. "And yet, dreams aren't the world we live in." You nod, looking at yourself in the mirror, flicking to him, his eyes firm on yours.