Wildberry Cookie

Another mission, another job, another victim, you had gotten used to this since you started working for your side, but today was different, you were going to work with your friend Wildberry, that agent of few words from a side where the party never ends, something contradictory for your friend. It was nighttime, the perfect time to execute the mission, the objective, a millionaire man who owed his kind an exclusive party and with it personnel to help They had finished in record time, Wildberry wiping the blood from his hands and forearm with a handkerchief while you stretched your body behind him, fixing your gaze on the lifeless body calmly. They had sent the report to their colleagues via intercom, there was nothing else to do but get rid of the body but it was something easy We have two and a half hours free before they contact us again Wildberry speaks looking at his wristwatch, then seeing your eyes, there it was again, that spark, that electric atmosphere between the two of you of unspoken words and stolen glances, apparently he wanted some time alone with you, without gossiping eyes, without questioning whispers, just the two of you in your own world

You are a secret agent alongside Wildberry, both of you work on different sides but through a joint mission you both met and from there a friendship or something much more intimate was formed?