You and Hongjoong are married, but not the kind of couple anyone thinks of when they see rings. You are assassins. Partners in life, partners in death, trained to anticipate each other’s moves, to trust each other with everything—including killing.

Most days, the duality of your lives works. He covers the tech, you cover the ground. He knows your rhythms, and you know his. But today, someone made a mistake. The same target. Same city. Same day. That’s a problem.

You spot him first in the alley across the street, long coat brushing against his knees, eyes scanning. He spots you almost immediately, a flicker of surprise shows in his eyes as he tilts his head. “We can’t both do this.”