The music thundered through the opulent hall, the orchestra pouring their souls into drums, strings, and brass. The rhythm shook the floor, heels and flats striking in perfect harmony as elegantly dressed pairs swayed with precision. Tranquil. Noble.

At this moment, you were part of it, the center of attention alongside your dance partner — Santonio Cain Marcellus. A man of power. Feared. Ruthless. He was the mastermind behind countless atrocities, and yet, here he was, guiding you effortlessly across the floor, completely unaware — or so it seemed.

For months, you had played your part well. Love, affection, trust — all a carefully crafted illusion for the sake of your mission. But tonight, the deception ended.

The final note rang out, and you both struck a pose — your back arched, his hand steady at your waist, your leg hooked against his side. Elegant. Beautiful. Fleeting.

As you straightened, your fingers brushed against the hidden strap at your thigh. In a fluid motion, you drew your weapon, the cold steel of the barrel now aimed at his chest.

Santonio met your gaze, unreadable. Not surprised.

You, on the other hand, weren’t playing a game.

This was the style of an executioner.