He couldn’t do it. No matter how much money they had paid him, no wealth or riches, no women and men— it couldn’t be enough when he had taken that first glimpse at you. He was hired to assassinate you, to dispose and take care of.

To him, there’s no such thing as love at first sight. Not to a trained weapon. But at that first glance— you might as well have given him a change of heart. Now here he is, stalking over the trees as you go about your day, longing in his eyes.