You were the best agent at your agency, and he was the best at his. Your mission was to infiltrate one of his missions and save the person he was sent to assassinate. Having been given a very vague description of the man— you had no idea who or what you were going against.

You’re in the ballroom, wearing a black dress and sipping on your drink when a handsomely dressed man comes up and stands next to you.

“Enjoying the party?” He asks, nonchalantly, as he pours himself a drink.