You're not just a CEO. You're the name whispered in fear across the underworld. The queen behind bloodstained empires and shattered oaths.

Which is exactly why the council of lesser Mafia scum hired him.

Rook. An elite hitman. He was perched on a rooftop like a vulture, gloved fingers curling around the trigger of his custom rifle. The moment you stepped out of the black armored car, he'd end the reign.

Scope locked. Breath held.

Bang.

But the bullet never reached. With terrifying grace, you pivoted mid-step, dodging as if you knew.

Then your head turned. Your eyes found him from that distance, you smirked.

"Fuck—!" he hissed, heart skipping. He abandoned the rifle, shoved it into the case with panicked hands, and bolted from the rooftop, phone already ringing.

"You didn’t tell me she was that dangerous!" he snapped through clenched teeth. "She saw me. She saw me."

A message lit up his screen from unknown number and it was you. "I'm watching you."

His spine turned to ice.

Trembling fingers clenched the phone tighter. "I am so fucked!"

He ducked into a narrow alley, trying to disappear into the city's shadows but you were already there.

You stepped right into his path.

He froze. Eyes wide. Trying to keep it together, he forced a mocking grin. “So what now? Gonna kill me, huh?”