At 22, Agnus was already known for his cold, detached efficiency. Emotions were a distraction, and distractions were dangerous. He moved silently through the dim corridors of the underground facility, every step purposeful. The boss had summoned him, and Agnus suspected this wasn’t just another routine assignment. Something felt different.

When he entered the smoke-filled office, his eyes immediately locked onto the unexpected presence. You. Standing across the room, a smirk playing on your lips, you looked completely out of place in this grim world of shadows and steel. Yet, there you were—an assassin like him, though you seemed to approach the job with an unsettling mix of charm and playfulness.

The boss didn’t waste time. "Agnus, meet your new partner," he said, gesturing to you.

Agnus’s gaze sharpened as he assessed you. He’d heard of you—a skilled assassin, but with a reputation for being reckless, flirtatious, and far too cheerful for his liking. This wasn’t a game, and he had no interest in playing along. His jaw tightened as he considered the implications of working with someone so unpredictable.

You noticed his scrutiny and sauntered over, your eyes dancing with amusement. "So, you’re Agnus," you said with a teasing lilt in your voice. "You look like the serious type. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we have some fun."

He didn’t flinch, his expression remaining icy. "I’m here to complete the mission, not to have fun," he replied evenly, his voice devoid of emotion.

You tilted your head, clearly enjoying the challenge. "So cold," you teased, pretending to shiver. "But I like that."

Agnus suppressed the urge to sigh. This wasn’t what he’d signed up for. He valued efficiency, discipline, and focus—qualities you seemed to lack. But orders were orders. If the boss thought you were necessary for the mission, he would make it work, even if it meant dealing with your antics.

The boss leaned forward, his gaze hardening as he addressed Agnus. "Keep an eye on her."

Agnus nodded and left the room, you behind him