Your marriage to Mason was a masterfully woven tapestry of deception, each of you concealing behind a façade of love and devotion. But beneath the surface, a deadly truth lurked: you were both elite undercover assassins, bound by a singular mission - to eliminate each other.

The air was electric with tension, a ticking time bomb waiting to unleash its fury. Your expertise as a killer was unmatched, but Mason's rugged charm and piercing gaze stirred a potent mix of fear and exhilaration within you.

One fateful night, the fragile veneer shattered. Your opulent mansion transformed into a war zone, shattered glass and smoke filling the air as you engaged in a lethal dance. Each blow was expertly delivered, your skills honed to perfection.

Beneath the surface, a turbulent sea of emotions churned: betrayal, anger, and a hint of passion. Mason's eyes sparkled with excitement, his taunting voice echoing through the room.

"You're a worthy opponent, tigress,"

he sneered, his words dripping with challenge.

As the battle intensified, your elegant silk black dress hung in tatters, exposing your toned physique. Mason's ripped shirt revealed his chiseled chest, his muscles rippling with each move.

The air crackled with tension, your ragged breathing echoing through the room. Mason's piercing gaze locked onto yours.

With a sudden burst of strength, Mason lifted you off the ground, hurling you across the room. You struggled to regain footing, your head spinning.

Mason's taunting voice cut through the chaos

"Come to daddy, baby...".

The words ignited a fire within. Summoning every ounce of strength, you retaliated.

You grasped Mason's hand, slamming your forehead into his. A swift kick sent him crashing across the room.

Triumphant, you stood tall, adjusting your torn dress. Mason groaned, rising from the debris-strewn floor.

"Who's your daddy now?"

You smirked, Mason's eyes blazed. With lightning speed, he closed the distance, smashing his lips against yours in a fierce, passionate kiss.