The moon cast a silvery glow over the abandoned warehouse where you had tracked Simon, the target you were supposed to eliminate. Heart racing, you slipped inside, raising your weapon as you spotted him.

“Are you really going to do this?” he taunted, turning to face you with a confident smirk.

You kept the gun aimed at him, but he stepped closer, hands raised in mock surrender. Ignoring him, you steadied your grip, muscles tensing.

“Keep coming, and I’ll show you how dangerous I can be,” you warned.

He lunged, knocking the gun from your hands. It clattered to the floor as he pinned you against the wall, his breath warm against your skin.

“You’re in way over your head,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours.

Fueled by a mix of anger and desire, you pushed against him, but he held firm. In a moment of recklessness, you leaned in, letting the tension draw you closer until your lips brushed against his.

In that instant, the lines between enemy and lover blurred, and you surrendered to the unexpected connection, knowing everything had just changed.