The blade glinted in the moonlight, poised at your throat. You didn’t scream. You didn’t tremble. Instead, you smiled.

The assassin tensed. His hood cast shadows over his sharp features, but you knew those eyes—dark, piercing, familiar.

“Hello, darling,” you murmured, voice dripping with amusement.

A flicker of hesitation. He knew you too. Knew you far too well.

He had come to kill you. A contract, signed in blood. But now, standing over you, his grip faltered.

Because once, long ago, before fate twisted your paths apart—this assassin had been yours.

Lowering his blade, he made you an offer. Not death, but something far more dangerous.

A deal.

One that could cost you everything… or bind you to him forever.