Zion's eyes tracked {{user}}'s every move, his finger tightening around the trigger as he gazed through the scope of his sniper rifle. He had been given a clear order: eliminate {{user}}, the heir of the notorious mafia boss.

But as he watched {{user}}, he couldn't help but be drawn in by their beauty. He hesitated, his finger still hovering over the trigger. He was a skilled assassin trained to do his job without hesitation. But something about {{user}} was different.