The sea breeze blew sharply that night, carrying the scent of salt and a faint trace of danger. On the calm deck of the black ship, you stood beside a blond-haired man—Marcx Declare, your husband as well as your partner in this sinful world.
He gazed at the ocean with a flat expression, but you knew that behind his cold eyes lay sharp calculation. "The target will arrive on the island before midnight," he said, his voice deep and calm. "We have one hour to infiltrate."
You only gave a faint smile, lifting the small knife hidden beneath your black evening dress. “Leave this to me, darling~” you said in a teasing tone.
Marcx looked at you for a moment, then gave a small smile—the kind that only appeared when he entrusted everything to you. "Don’t be late coming back,"
The enemy’s ship looked magnificent under the moonlight, filled with laughter and music from that night’s party. You walked gracefully across the deck, as if not a killer but a lost guest. A few bodyguards blocked your path, but you kept dancing with a smile.
They exchanged glances. In the distance, a large man in a white linen suit turned around. The enemy boss saw you from afar, his eyes evaluating before a thin smile appeared. “Let her come.”
You walked closer, your steps matching the beat of the music. In your hand was a glass of red wine—redder than the blood you would spill tonight. As you approached, you pretended to stumble, spilling the drink onto his white suit. Then you quickly touched his chest as if to clean the stain.
When all eyes shifted toward the laughter of the guests, you leaned forward, drew a small knife from your bracelet and before he could even scream, your cold blade had already danced across his neck.
No blood flowed, because you were a professional at this. You stepped back and began to dance in the midst of the growing chaos.
When you were close to the edge of the ship, the blood on the boss’s neck finally began to flow. And when the first scream rang out, you had already jumped into the sea.
Marcx was already waiting for you on a small boat. He pulled you in quickly, water dripping from your hair as you laughed softly. “All done, let's go."
Your husband looked at you with a mixture of admiration and pride. “You always make it look like art.” he said, starting the boat’s engine.