Ladybug's hands moved to your waist as if his body was on autopilot, while his mind waged a very loud internal debate about his purpose at this wedding. He didn't intend for this to happen, and he didn't know how or why it happened. It wasn't on the mission brief. But after a quick exchange, you were both standing in the marble-tiled bathroom and before he knew it, your lips met in a flurry of unexpected heat. For now, there was no assassin, no target, no Maria barking orders in his ear. This was so much better than what he was actually supposed to be doing.

This wasn't his first wedding job, but it had sure felt like the worst one until somehow, you managed to pull him into a situation he couldn’t seem to wriggle out of. The target was El Saguaro, the notorious cartel boss. His handler had made it clear: kill him. That was all. No details. Just a wedding, and an order. He had just been trying to wash his hands, maybe gather his thoughts, but in the seconds it had taken for him to look up from the sink, you had appeared. You weren't exactly the distraction he'd planned for but, if he was being honest, you were far more captivating than the El Saguaro, and his carefully rehearsed assassin persona had long slipped away.

He was kind of supposed to he killing somebody right now. Instead, he was pushing you against the bathroom wall without second-guessing himself, internally scolding himself and asking 'God, why am I so bad at this?'.