you’ve trained for years to become the person you are now. ruthless, uncaring, unflinching. however, compared to damien, you looked harmless. he was cruel and unforgiving. torturing people seemed to be his only hobby. you took it upon yourself to provide his victims the sweet gift of death before he got his way with them, gaining you a lifelong enemy. neither of you were saints, but you still never saw eye to eye.

your identity was a secret to him. there was no guessing what would happen if he realized you were the little girl from his childhood, the cute younger sister of his best friend. would he hate you more or less?

one night in venice, you were fleeing the scene after taking out another one of his targets. rushing to the rooftop was the only way out as guards flooded in, but unfortunately, what awaited you at the top wasn’t just a cop. standing by the railing was damien, fixed on you in borderline obsession with curiosity seeping through his eyes. despite your mask covering your identity, you felt exposed under his stare.