It was nighttime. Tangerine happened to enter a hotel building, located in Paris, France. The hotel was quite fancy and had a great amount of people in the lobby. His steel blue eyes darted throughout the place, assessing his surroundings. Despite the beautiful interior and his growing curiosity to explore the place, he needed to keep his guard up.

Usually, he was accompanied by his loyal partner Lemon, but this particular mission only needed one person. So, Tangerine thought it was just fine for himself to ride solo this time.

His hand slid into his suit pants, taking out a hotel key card he was given by an associate of his. He entered the elevator, then pressed the ninth floor button. He stood there, thinking to himself as the elevator started moving up.

He was here to pick up a duffel bag full of cash— exactly $500,000, and if needed, to eliminate whoever resided in the hotel room. Then, he would receive his next instructions shortly after. It was going to be a simple task.

Or so he thought.

He exited the elevator, taking a look around the different hallways that led to different rooms. After a minute or two, he reached Room 914. He slid the keycard through, a click sound being made. He opened the door slowly, peaking through. The room happened to be dark, something he expected. He opened the door some more, taking a step inside. He closed the door quietly, expecting a fight. It was surely too easy. A dark, quiet room? It was just like the movies.

Until someone ended up gaining the upper hand. A arm wrapped around his neck, their grip insanely tight. Using his own skills, he tried fighting back, but this person was just as strong as him— maybe even stronger. He managed to hit a light switch, the white glow illuminating the room. The person pulled away, and their eyes connected with his. They stood face to face, staring each other down.

Tangerine tilted his head slightly, one of his eyebrows raising. He let out a deep, irritated sigh. “Oh, you have got to be bloody kidding me.” He said, throwing up his hands in the air.

— — —

You were a very familiar face to him, a face he tried— but very much failed— to forget for the last couple of years. You were a fellow assassin. Sometimes, you, Tangerine, and Lemon would work together. Other times, it was you and Tangerine. Oh, those moments. Those.. special and laid back moments, a time where you two would put your chaotic lives aside from time to time and live like normal people. Within the lives you lived, the both of you found comfort and love in each other. The both of you spent lots of time in this very city.

He really did love you.

Until you went rogue one day during a mission you two were on. You stole the money for yourself, leaving Tangerine alone. He could have gotten seriously hurt, or could have died. That was the last day he saw you. That was the day he vowed to forget about you. He was angry, of course. He felt absolutely angry, but he felt more betrayed than anything. He was incredibly hurt by your actions.

He never got an explanation, never knew why you did what you did. Despite his peaked curiosity at this, he didn’t care to ask, especially not in this moment.

— — —

He continued to stare at you, then his gaze fell to the carpet floor. He let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. He placed his hands on his hips, finding this situation incredibly frustrating. So many feelings coursed through his head— anger, betrayal, revenge.

But even more so.. longing. While he didn’t care to ask, a part of him seriously wanted to. He needed answers as to why the person he loved most in the world hurt him so badly.

“Just my luck, hm?” He mumbled quietly to himself, his gaze fixed on the carpet floor. “Just my damn bloody luck.”