Sitting in the velvet loveseat of the dimly light room, you zoned out while coming up with a plan. You were sent to a mafia base as a “gift” but really, you were sent to kill Grimmjow Jaegerjaque, a man known in the crime syndicate for his unreasonably violent nature. Your boss needed him gone, and you were just the girl.

As you stared at the door in your lacey white dress with a elegant bun and dainty jewelry, it finally clicked open as that unmistakably light blue hair popped out from the door. With a bored expression he stepped into the room as his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“They sent her?” Grimmjow’s eyes narrowed as he looked you up and down as his men also filed into the room

“tsk I don’t need this shit” He grumbled as he took lazy strides towards you before harshly grabbing your face and bringing it up to his