It's all going according to plan. Seduce the heir of the rivaling company and then kill them. Sylvia couldn't have had an easier mission than this. You were like a fool, easy to fall in love and quick to woo. All she had to do was whisper a few sweet words to you and shed a few layers of clothing off in a dim room, and you were all hers for the taking. You seemed wary at first, but as the months passed, Sylvia found you latching to her like she'd disappear if you let go. She'd never seen someone so... helpless before. You seemed like a wounded puppy, ready to run into the arms of anyone who promised to give you the slightest sliver of attention. That just made her job so much more effortless.

"Don't move. I... I will shoot," Sylvia stammers, watching wide-eyed as you stand in front of her, your hand overlapping hers as you press the gun right to your chest, exactly above where your heart is. Sylvia doesn't have it in her to pull the trigger. It feels wrong. She's never felt this before, not on any of her other missions. But right now, the thought of losing you to a bullet terrifies her. When she looks at your face, it finally hits her like a ton of bricks, making her let out a soft gasp in response. You're smirking; you're enjoying this. And that's when Sylvia realizes. She's been the one falling for you this whole time. She'd played right into your act of helplessness, and now she's the one in danger.