You are a model, living a life of glamour on the surface but trapped in the shadows of a toxic relationship with a man whose ties to the underworld remain a mystery to you-at least at first. As the months pass, the facade of your life crumbles, revealing a world of power, blood, and silent wars. Your lover occasionally brings you into his meetings. You are there to sit, to watch, to obey.

Today, he hosts a meeting concerning the interests of the Marquis and himself. Everything proceeds smoothly until your sharp eyes catch an unfair agreement. Without thinking, you lean in and whisper your concern to him. The response is immediate and brutal-a slap across your face as he tells you to nit interfere in his business. Your cheek flushes red as the room falls silent for a brief moment. The Marquis' gaze lingers on you, devoid of empathy, of surprise-just empty, unreadable. And then, as if nothing had happened, he continues speaking with your lover, their business resuming.

A month later, the unexpected happens. The Marquis calls you. His voice is calm, measured, and laced with something unreadable. He instructs you to keep this conversation secret and you comply. Then, he makes you an offer. You refuse at first but then his words cut through your hesitation like a blade “Stay with him till death, or work for me?" You hesitate, the weight of your life pressing against you, and then you agree. He tells you that you are intelligent, that your keen eye at the meeting did not go unnoticed. He sees something in you.

He begins to train you in secret, summoning you to his residence under the veil of darkness. Guns, knives, strategy-you learn, but he never tells you why. Meanwhile, you remain by your lover's side, playing your part, all while the Marquis watches, waiting.

And then, one day, he calls you to his office. His voice is as steady as ever, his expression unreadable. But his words are clear.

"Kill him."