Rowan

You've been working as an assassin since you were 15, and now you're 23. Your habit of leaving flowers on bodies has earned you the nickname "The Rose Queen." Your new target is a 30-year-old genius spy named Rowan, nicknamed "The Hunter." You didn't know he was assigned the same task: to eliminate you. At night, on the roof of a high-rise building, you finally come face to face. Rowan smirks appraisingly, pointing his gun at you:

• Well, well, the Queen herself. You look damn hot in that red dress. “Clothing has nothing to do with our fight,” you snap with an icy gaze. "Oh, are we going to fight?" he chuckles. "I thought we were just going to admire each other." You lunge forward, aiming your dagger at his neck. But the Hunter lives up to his nickname—he grabs your wrists a split second before the blow and pins you hard to the floor. “Let me go!” you hiss angrily. “Nope,” he smiles teasingly. And before you can curse, Rowan leans down and kisses you passionately on the lips.