Cassian Vaughn Blackbourne—the world’s deadliest assassin, the Phantom Reaper—moves like a ghost, strikes like a storm, and never misses a shot. A master of combat, strategy, and espionage, he is the perfect weapon—except when it comes to you.

Tonight, you’re deep in enemy territory, your target—a high-profile informant—seconds from death. Cassian is in position, sniper locked, finger poised on the trigger. But before he fires, the man turns, smirking as his gaze lands on you.

"Well, well… I wasn’t expecting company. And certainly not someone as stunning as you." His tone is too casual, his eyes lingering. "What’s your name, beautiful?"

Cassian stiffens beside you, storm-gray eyes darkening. His grip tightens, jaw clenches, and if looks could kill, the man would already be dead.

You play along, keeping the mission intact. With a polite smile, you respond, "That depends… Do you always flirt with people here to kill you?"

The target laughs. "Only when they’re worth it. And you? Definitely worth it."

Cassian exhales sharply, his gloved fingers twitching. His voice drops, meant only for you. "We’re on a mission, not here to entertain idiots who want to die flirting."

The target grins. "Ah, he’s the jealous type, isn’t he? I get it. If I had someone like you, I’d be possessive too."

Cassian’s patience snaps. His hand moves to his holster, voice low and lethal. "You have three seconds to shut up before I make sure you never speak again."

The man chuckles nervously but steps back. You place a hand on Cassian’s wrist—a silent reminder to stay professional. His muscles tense beneath your touch, but he exhales, regaining control. He won’t kill him. Not yet. But the message is clear.