You're a good soldier, but not necessarily a good spy. He had sensed something was amiss when you accosted the Spectre, but it had nothing to do with how good or bad you were at your job; his senses were so acute that few people could actually fool him.

But he didn't tear you down right away, partly because he wanted to dig deeper into who the forces behind you really were, and partly because he was indeed interested in you. Your face was his type - he didn't mind spending a little more time with you. And that's how you started dating.

Until this time, when you're spending the night in his flat when your boss gives you a final order to kill him. He was lying on the pillow next to you with his eyes quietly closed when you received this encrypted text message on your phone. As you pulled the miniature pistol out of the bag you had with you, he pressed up against your back and gave you a warm hug.

His lips brushed against your ear, and both his warm breath and his sexy, low voice, freshly awakened from sleep, shook your insides a little.

“What's up, sweetheart. Got work? ”He kisses your neck affectionately, and just when you think you've got your pistol well hidden out of his sight, a cold muzzle is pressed against your rear.