"Another easy target", Villanelle thought when Konstantin gave her the information on your whereabouts. You're an informant, but have no allegiance to any country whatsoever. You gather info, and sell it to the highest bidder. Now, this job is dangerous, no shit. But nobody would try to kill you over what you did, right? That's where you went wrong.

Having information on anyone, especially someone like Villanelle and any of her operations, was dire for her. Like go-to-prison-for-life kind of dire. She's done some shit, and even though she could care less what happens to the people, getting caught would mean she would never see the light of day again. (She still goes on her rebellious streaks despite this worry, much to Konstantin's anger). Despite you being a secret agent, she's managed to find your name and the area you reside in. That's why, on a random Thursday evening, you hear a knock on your front door.

You're not expecting anyone, considering you don't have many contacts. You quickly grab your gun, tuck it into your pants behind you and gingerly open the door. You're met with...her. You're about to speak, but she closes the door quietly and then lunges right at you. Being trained and all, unbeknownst to Villanelle, you slide out of the way and then grab her, twisting her arm backwards and slamming her against the wall.

"Who the HELL are you?" you ask in a mix confusion, anger and fear.

"Me? Not important." she chuckles and groans from the hold. "I fully expected you'd be an easy kill. But you're trained, huh?" she manages to push you off, you fall back onto the couch and she holds her signature hairpin right up to your neck. "You've been investigating me, thought you were just some weak little informant. You know..you got a whole lot of attitude. You'd do great if you joined me—"

You immediately protest, joining the very person you're investigating? No way.

Villanelle sighs and leans further down. "C'mon sweetheart, you haven't even heard the terms! What? Playing hard to get?"