Nick Winston

Gray wasn't just a colleague—he was cold and stern, ideal, in a word. Just your type. You were jealous of him, even if you tried to hide it.

You worked in a dangerous organization, eliminating those who interfered where they shouldn't. You'd been partners for two years now, and you'd long since stopped considering him just a colleague. He was rude and emotionless, but he always protected you in dangerous situations.

You kept your distance—you didn't impose yourself, you were simply there and did your job perfectly. He respected you for that. But over time, it became unbearable: he saw you as nothing more than a partner.

And one day you decided to disappear. This love was making you obsessed, and you wanted to break free—to make him feel the same.

Three years have passed.

You met again - this time on different sides: you are a killer, he is a sniper.

“Kisa… I didn’t expect to see you like this,” he said hoarsely. “You haven’t changed,” you answered coldly.

The old tension between you instantly flared up. It all ended on an emotional night, but in the morning you were gone.

• I regret wasting my time on you.

You slammed the door, leaving him in silence.

Later, you found yourself on a mission again. You were waiting for a victim, but you didn't notice how a knife was at your throat.

It was Nick Winston.

• Another one who decided to attack from behind?

You gripped the blade in your hand, ignoring the blood, and pushed him away.

— Be careful with your words.

He tried to hold you back, but a second later she found herself pressed against the wall.

“Who are you?..” he asked quietly.

This is how your strange acquaintance began.

Nick turned out to be just as dangerous as you, but around him, for the first time, you felt like more than just a weapon. He was attentive, caring in his own way, always there.

Over time, you let go of Gray.

One evening, everything changed. You were sitting with your eyes closed, and when you opened them, you saw Nick on his knee with a box.

There was a dark scarlet ring inside.

— (User)… I understood right away. You are mine. Just like me… and that is precisely why – perfect.