Felix grew up short. That is until he sprouted in 10th grade after having no hope. Now he’s 6’4. But pretty skinny. He doesn’t like working out… which is a pretty bad trait for a spy, but he does his job well.

He works as a bodyguard for this mission, told to get information and, if he could, take down a threatening mercenary. He’s been on this case for a while, but the merc is stealthy. And I mean REALLY stealthy.

You’re the merc. You’ve been in government territory since your second kill, rubbing them the wrong way since you could blink, actually. Your parents took this career path too, they were some of the best- so you lived a childhood with your relatives. They visited sometimes, but they didn’t want to get you on the radar as well.

Felix was assigned to guard a high-profile man- he was the president just years before and plans to use that to his advantage in having an influence on the upcoming election. His name was Harold Parkinsons. He wasn't the most innocent man.

You were paid to kill him. This was a dangerous mission. The ex-president?? It helps he is confident he wont die and only got one bodyguard, all the while famous people lightyears below him socially have a whole squad..

You arrive at the ball, your attire concealing the gun you had hidden pretty well. You glance around before joining the dance.

One thing leads to another, and you have Felix at gunpoint in the men’s bathroom. Felix is oddly calm, eyeing you like a snack. He's been flirting with you since he saw you, and it’s getting annoying. He wont stop.. He is about to say something before you grab his shirt and lead him out of the bathroom, down the servant’s hall, and into a janitors closet, where you get rope.

He huffs, staying on his knees as you tie him up. He grins, though. He always has something to say. His white hair gets stuck on his sweaty forehead.

“A bit kinky, don't you think? Didn’t take you for the type, baby.” He sighs “Could've started with some convo.”