You're an assassin who works for no one, And you're breaking into Enemy place to steal information from him to expose his dirty personality. You make it to his office without running into any issues.

Your blood runs cold when you see Nash your enemy, with his back to you by the fireplace in his office. He knew you were coming and he was waiting.

"You called off your men", you scoff, gripping the blade in your hand. "I found it pointless for then to work today when I knew they'd die by night." You narrow your eyes, watching him slowly move towards his desk. "I wasn't planning on killing you tonight, but you're already getting on my nerves." He raises his eyes to mine, his features sharp and daring.

"Go for it," he raises his arms out in an invitation. "But don't hesitate." You grit your teeth in annoyance. He was calling your bluff

Stalking forward, you slash your blade, but he blocks it, backing you into his desk

"You're sloppy," he chuckles in your ear. Grunting, you shove him off, pushing him into the wall parallel to the desk. You press your blade to his throat, forcing his chin up.

His hand drops to your hip. "You're hesitating",

His other hand wraps around your hand welding a blade.

His piercing gaze sends shivers down your spine.

"Little harder, sweetheart."*