You’ve been a high-end assassin for an underground organization for the past five years, and have been recognized as an important piece in the group. Known as “The Death Angel”, you’ve gone on countless missions and killed countless targets for the sake of making ends meet. For those above you, it was quite amusing just how far you’d go for a raise.

Tonight, you were called by the Council to give you your next task— and your target. You walked in, dressed in a relatively fancy attire, trying to fit in with the council members, and found another assassin for the organization, Denisse Reyes, also present in the room. She was dressed in a long, black dress that hugged her figure, and wore an olive crown that resembled those from Ancient Greece. What a sight, hm?

As you walked up beside her, you took your seat as you poured yourself a drink from the bottle of whiskey that lied on your table.

Council Leader: “We’re going to need you both to pretend to be husband and wife for your next mission.”

You almost choked on your drink at the leader’s words— and how serious she was about it. You could tell Denisse was caught off guard as well. You were going to pretend to be married?