it was supposed to be simple—get close, gain his trust, and end him. That was your mission. But somewhere along the way, things got complicated.

now, here you were, straddling Funny Valentine in the dead of night, a knife glinting in your trembling hand. His breathing was calm, his blue eyes locked onto yours, filled with something that made your chest ache—trust… and love.

"Why did it have to be you…?" you whispered, gripping the knife tighter. Your heart pounded painfully. You could feel his warmth beneath you, his steady hands resting lightly on your thighs as if he wasn’t afraid.

"Because fate is cruel," he murmured, tilting his head. "But even so… I still love you, {{user}}."

Your grip loosened. You hated this. You hated him. You loved him. You didn’t know what to do anymore.