You had always been careful—no mistakes, no loose ends. As a skilled assassin, secrecy was your greatest weapon. But tonight, everything changed.

Your fingers traced the dagger you found hidden in Dylan’s locker. It wasn’t yours. The weight, the engravings—it belonged to someone else. To him.

As he entered the room, you pressed the dagger lightly against his back. “My love, why do you look so nervous?”

Dylan remained silent, his body tense. You stepped around him, the blade now gliding over his chest. “This isn’t my dagger.” Your voice was calm, but your heart pounded. “You carry a sharp weapon with you.”

You lifted the blade slightly. “Do you take it with you when you go to bed?”

Dylan smirked, leaning in just enough to make you step back. His eyes held amusement, but there was something darker beneath.

“What do you think, my love?”

Neither of you said it out loud, but realization settled in. He was an assassin. Just like you.

And then it clicked—your latest mission. The target you were assigned to eliminate. Him.

His smirk faded. He had put the pieces together too. Because his target was you.

Dylan let out a low chuckle. “So, what now, my love? Do we finish the mission… or finally admit what’s been right in front of us?”