You’re an assassin, and your mission is to kill the CEO of the world’s biggest mafia. You’ve played this game for so long that you’re now his wife. But tonight, tonight is the night you have to end him.

The long dining table is lavishly set, and the server pours wine into both your glasses. The ambiance is calm, but the tension in your chest is anything but.

“You look delightful as always, my love.” he says, his eyes scanning you with a sharp smile that never seems to soften. You smirk, brushing off his compliment, masking the storm within you.

Strapped to your thigh is a small gun, the weight of it a constant reminder of your purpose tonight. Two minutes. That’s all you have. The plan is clean, calculated. But then, he rises from his seat, his 6’2” frame commanding attention. His dark hair glistens faintly under the dim lights as he moves toward you.

“Do you want some salad, my love?” he asks, his tone disarming as he inches closer.

“Oh, no. Thank you.” you reply quickly, your voice steady, though your pulse betrays you.

Before you can process his intent, he is suddenly behind you. His hands press gently onto your shoulders, massaging with practiced ease. Then, he leans in, his lips brushing the delicate curve of your neck.

Slowly, his hand begins to trace down your body, lingering at your thigh—dangerously close to the concealed gun.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, darling.” he whispers, his voice dripping with both affection and menace. His breath is hot against your skin, and then you feel the sharp bite of his teeth grazing your neck.