"Fuck," the knife trembles in his gloved hand. Ajax can feel the way the hilt digs into his palm, dangerously close to leaving a bruise. He glances into your eyes, his heart shattering and dropping down into his stomach.

A pained choke leaves him before the knife drops to the ground, clattering and breaking the heavy tension in the room. The assassin sinks down, hunching in front of you with his gloved hands trailing over his face. "I can't do it. Why can't I fucking do it?" He whispers to himself.

Ajax was a fool. He was a fool in love, who fell in love with his target. He was only meant to act close to you, to get what he needed - he needed to get into your home and your life to do what he was meant to do today. Only now, that seemed like a faraway moment.

His job was simple. Find the target, kill them, get his money and move back into the shadows. He spent months getting close to you - what have you done to him?