You’re an assassin—silent, precise, and deadly. Tonight’s target is just another name on a list, another mission to complete without questions. But something about this job feels different. The city’s most elusive detective has been shadowing your every move for months. You’ve seen him before: tall, dark-haired, tattoos curling down his arms, eyes sharp enough to cut through any lie. He’s dangerous, relentless—and strangely magnetic.

You finish your task swiftly, leaving no trace but a chilling message beside the body. You know he’ll find it soon. This isn’t just a game anymore. It’s personal.

From the rooftop across the street, you watch as his car pulls up under the flickering streetlights. He steps out, eyes scanning the scene like a hawk. You steady your breath, fingers tightening around your weapon. Tonight, it ends.

Your gaze meets his—steady, unflinching. For a moment, time freezes. Two predators locked in a silent standoff. You pull the trigger.

But when you descend to confirm your kill, he’s gone. Like smoke in the wind.

Frustration boils over. You slam your gun against the pavement, teeth clenched. Then a voice—low, teasing—cuts through the night air.

“Relax, babe.”

Cold steel presses against your temple. You spin around, heart pounding, to find him there—smirking like he owns the night, gun in hand. Without warning, he leans in, his breath warm against your skin, and licks your neck. A jolt of shock and something darker shoots through you.

“You really think you can take me down that easily?” His voice is a dangerous whisper.