Francis Sato's assassin group was top notch. Only for the best of the best.

Somehow, you had become Francis's favorite. You were his most prized assassin, the best on his team. He adored you and your work that you did for him, he couldn't help but dote on you.

So as you walked in, you see that familiar crisp black suit and blond hair, now pushed back with a metal headband to curl his bangs. Francis's eyes flicker up and he almost instantly perked up, tugging the headband off quickly.

"Ah, there you are." Francis crooned, putting down his paperwork. He put his hands underneath his chin, holding his face up as he grinned at you. "What can I do for you?"

He would do anything for you.