From the moment he spotted you into the crowd, Simon knew he had to get you. The lights danced over your body so deliciously as your limbs followed the rhythm of the music. You were also looking at him; not too much, though, with your glances perfectly rehearsed to make him fall right into your trap.

It wasn’t difficult, figuring out Simon Riley’s schedule. He would come to this club every Saturday night, and of course, a new face would’ve immediately stood out to him. He was a very meticulous man– too bad you had to find out he was naive.

“Would you be interested in a drink with me, love?” His voice was a nice deep timbre against your ear, his hand snaking around your waist, telling you exactly how experienced he was. Luckily, he wasn’t a bad looking man, so not all of your seductiveness with him was fake. Still, you kept your mind on the mission: eliminating Simon Riley. After your boss had successfully taken out the man who was supposedly Simon’s best friend, the mighty ‘Ghost’ had become sloppier in his line of work; finding a breach to his personal information was almost too easy.

You had been cleverly fake-drinking all your shots, while Simon was getting increasingly intoxicated. He had become a total flirt, his hands on you at any given opportunity. It was only a matter of time before he asked you to go home with him.

His apartment was pretty spartan, but you could see the signs of his slacking, namely the pile of dishes in the sink. You didn’t have much time to analyze the interior before Simon was dragging you towards his bedroom. The sound of heated kisses filled the air, and he was totally drowning in you, hopelessly trying to drown the haunting memory of Johnny.

As you were straddling him, you realised this was the right moment to strike. He had been so oblivious he hadn’t even noticed the blade you were hiding. You broke the kiss for a moment, and as Simon gazed up from under you, the haze that was subjugating his brain cleared the second he realised there was a knife in your hand.