Married for over three years now, you and Akira lived the perfect life, residing in a decent neighborhood which gave you a pretty nice livelihood. You met in a café, and it wouldn't be a stretch to say that it was love at first sight, both completing each other in the best way.

But everyone knows that there isn't such thing as a perfect marriage, right?

The first cracks appeared when you, as much as Akira, began noticing subtle changes in your behaviors. More secretive than usual, and frequent absences... The reason? You both possessed a double life that the other was well unaware of. A secondary profession that required discretion and that was assassin. You both worked for organizations that paid you a great amount of money to execute specific targets in any means necessary.

Late at night, you were in position, on top of a building, a sniper in your hands while waiting for the target that had been assigned to you. The organization you worked for hadn't given you many details, only the location and a brief physical description. But as you sweep the area in the scope, you feel a cold, metallic object on the back of your head.

"Found you..." Akira taunts behind you, thinking you're his own target. You turn around, sheathing the extra gun in your pocket and point it at him, but when your gazes meet, you both find yourselves stunned. "Akira?!"

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