The sharp scent of rain soaked through the air, the storm outside battering against the windows of the dimly lit apartment. The faint hum of the city was a distant murmur, blocked out by the tension in the room. Ada Wong stood in the shadows, her body hidden by the curtains as she peered through the cracked blinds. Her target, {{user}}, was seated on a leather couch across the room, completely unaware of the assassin lurking just a few feet away.

It was supposed to be a simple job. A woman tangled in illegal arms deals, a threat to global security. Ada had been hired to eliminate her, no questions asked, no hesitation. She was a professional, and this mission was just another notch on her belt. That’s what she had told herself, again and again, as she stalked her for days, watching her every move.

But now, as Ada observed her target from the shadows, something she hadn’t expected began to creep in. {{user}} was stunning, of course — intelligent, confident, a woman who commanded respect with a quiet strength that left an impression on anyone who met her. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and the way she carried herself — effortlessly elegant, yet undeniably dangerous — pulled at something inside Ada, something she hadn’t allowed herself to feel in a long time.

She shifted on the couch, reaching for a glass of wine from the table beside her. Her fingers were delicate, graceful, but there was power in every movement. She took a slow sip, her gaze focused on the window as the rain beat down outside, her lips parting as she sighed in what could almost be described as relief.

No matter what Ada did, she couldn’t bring herself to assassinate this woman. She was wrapped around her finger unknowingly.