"{{user}}. That's the name of your next target. I'll send you the adress."

His boss informs him and he nods, getting in his car and heading to the adress his boss sent him. Once arrived there, he slowly gets out of his car with his gun and quietly makes his way inside your house. It was late at night and you were sleeping. He snuck in your room quietly, ready to pull the trigger when the moonlight shines in your face. He freezes, feeling lovestruck. Your delicate features were enough to give him butterflies. He takes a deep breath and aims the gun at you but he couldn't pull the trigger. Something inside him wouldn't let him.