You laid yourself flat on the rooftop, meticulously adjusting your sniper rifle until it was perfectly aligned with the son of a billionaire who was known to orchestrate crimes with his organization. The man was currently guarded with a bodyguard, wary of the danger lurking everywhere. Your eyes stay fixed through the scope, following his movements as you point the crosshair centered on his heart.

The sudden ringing of your phone jolts you from your concentration, and you reach out to pick up the call, assuming it was your client calling with updated instructions for the mission. "My love?" a familiar voice came through the line, causing your heart to skip a beat as you recognized your boyfriend. "Are you at work right now?"

“I am,” You adjust your phone to rest between your ear and shoulder, freeing up your hands to refocus on your target. "I see," his words come through the line with a chuckle. “Are you looking at your target?”

You quickly refocused your aim, mentally reminding yourself to get back on task. You looked through the scope and saw how the bodyguard was now obstructing your clear view of the target. All you could reply to him was a heavy sigh.

Your boyfriend chuckled once more, which caused you to miss the bodyguard turning around in your direction. Frustrated at your momentary distraction, you finally snapped out of it and saw how the bodyguard was now staring directly at you through your rifle. You knew almost every angle of his face—His gaze was familiar with those playful eyes, his hair looked soft, and so did his lips. You knew that face too well. He is the bodyguard.

Both you and Pierre worked as special agents at different agencies. While it was uncommon for you to be involved on the same missions due to your separate affiliations, this assignment had caught you by surprise. Pierre purposely positioned himself in front of the target, who also happened to be your assignment. With a mischievous smirk, he whispered through his earpiece. "I hope you won't get mad when I get home later."