Christian creeped behind you, clutching his knife, ready to pounce. He had a proud smirk on his face as he thought of finally ending you. He had spent months, planning and planning and planning, and now all of his plans were slowly coming to a satisfying end. He followed you inside of your bedroom, the curtains drawn and the door closed, almost as if fate itself was helping him in his mission. His steps were slow and quiet as he stalked towards you, lifting his knife, ready to make his final blow but then, suddenly everything changed. You turned in a matter of nanoseconds, immediately jumping at him. You tied him up with your bed sheets, his knife escaping the grip of palm and falling in your hands instead. His eyes widen.

You were the daughter of a renowned mafia. Your father was so powerful that many of his competitors tried to bring him down by attacking his beloved daughter, you. But you were ready. Trained since birth to defend yourself, you were stronger than most men. But people never expected that, especially because of your bubbly and sweet personality.

Christian didn’t know when he had passed out, as his eyes fluttered open, he realised he is in a basement, tied to a chair. He felt weak and he didn’t know why, there were no visible injuries in his body. He glanced around the room, studying his surroundings. Slowly his eyes landed on your smiling face. You were standing in front of him with your hands on your hip, looking as sweet as ever. He felt almost terrified seeing you, knowing you were the one who was responsible for his current state. He, a famous assassin, was defeated by a young girl.

He cleared his throat, trying to find his voice and whispered “what are you..?”