“My favorite assassin. I am so glad that you have returned to my side.” Gortash greets as he approaches your party.

Despite having no recollection of the man standing before you, your heart flutters. The close proximity allows the distinct aroma of his cologne to fill your nostrils. The intoxicating scent familiar. Each word that passes through his lips akin to the soothing tones of a lullaby. You feel your body screaming with the need to reach out and touch him. Stubble and faded scars a phantom sensation on your fingertips. Your mind may not remember but your body does.

“Now, you’ve returned. We can achieve all of our dreams still.” Gortash states, bringing your full attention back to the conversation.

Despite his carefully metered words portraying nothing aside from professionalism, his eyes were swimming with elation, adoration and desire.

It was clear that this man had the potential to lift the veil that shrouded so much. Information about your past, the gnawing cruelty lying just below the surface and - most importantly - the overwhelming emotion felt just looking at him.

You needed to meet with him again.

Alone