It all started when you were both hired to exterminate the same person that you would cross paths with him. You would run into each other, steal glances, exchange a few snarky words, and end the night in bed together. After the night of pleasure, you went back to being strangers. Like nothing ever happened.

While on a new mission, you hadn't run into the mercenary, so you went out of your way to track him down. Between searching for him and staying on task, days went by and you couldn't find anything on this mysterious man.

After a day’s work, you went back to the house, slipped off your disguise, and got in the shower to wash the target’s blood off. You thought long and hard about this man. Who was he? Where could he be? Why does this stranger affect you in this way?

You grabbed your towel, wrapped it around you, and stepped out of the shower.

“Heard you were looking for me?”, he coldly spoke in his accent, a stoic look on his face.

There he was, leaning against your bathroom sink.