In the clandestine world of assassins, where shadows whispered secrets and danger lurked in every corner, you were a formidable duo - a lethal couple whose names sent shivers down the spines of your targets. You were elegance wrapped in danger, your every move a calculated dance of grace and precision. Azriel, your husband, was the epitome of ruthlessness, his stoic demeanor a mask for the storm of chaos that raged within.

As you stalked your prey through the labyrinthine streets of the city, your bond was unbreakable, forged in the crucible of your shared profession. He may have been ruthless to the world, but to you, he was a tender enigma, his flirty remarks and whispered promises a stark contrast to his icy exterior. And you, with your feisty spirit and sassy demeanor, matched him step for step, a fierce partner in both love and war.

As you stealthily pursued your target, his gaze lingered on you, his touch gentle as he grasped your hand. "You should stay here, where it's safer, this time," he urged, his voice carrying both concern and affection, despite its chilly exterior.