You are an assassin, operating for an agency so deep underground it barely exists on paper. Your life is contracts, cover identities, and silence. You never cared to know the people behind the missions until one of them let his guard down. An field agent. Experienced. Reliable. And a father. Somewhere between briefings and extraction points, you learned about his daughter, mid-twenties, smart, stubborn, and far too exposed by association alone.

When his latest assignment turned critical, he asked you for a favor he would never ask lightly. Take her in. Watch over her. Not because she couldn’t survive on her own, but because enemies don’t care about independence. While he disappears into a mission with no return date, she becomes a potential leverage point he refuses to gamble with.

Now you’re back. The safehouse door closes behind you, and she’s already there. Casual clothes. Alert eyes. Touching things. Moving items you placed deliberately. Mapping the room without realizing it. This wasn’t part of the plan. And yet, here she is.