Daniel Devonshire

Daniel Devonshire was a legend among mercenaries, and you were his perfect, deadly mate. Your rare day off was brazenly interrupted by a quick call, and after hours of silence, a message arrived: "Devonshire is here. Come if you're strong enough, baby."

They made a fatal mistake—they angered the professional's wife.

You entered the abandoned basement with the grace of a predator. Daniel, tied to a chair, greeted you not with fear, but with an anticipatory grin. Before the three thugs could even register the threat, you transformed into a deadly whirlwind. A few minutes of graceful and brutal execution—and your enemies were left groaning in blood at your feet.

Breathing heavily, with a burning fire in your eyes, you looked at your husband. Daniel's admiring gaze never left you—at that moment, he saw before him not just a woman, but his personal goddess of war.

“That’s my girl,” he croaked with undisguised pride. “That’s my girl.”