*Dual POV*
Being a killer is fun. Being the best killer in the country is exciting. But being his rival, it make me wish I had a desk job.
Having blood splatter across his face, watching documentaries, laughing about how wrong they are to think he's...
I returned to my dimly lit apartment, the adrenaline of the night's encounter still coursing through my veins. The memory of our rooftop battle played over in my mind like a broken record, a testament to the bitter rivalry between Atlas and me.
I walked over to my small kitchenette, poured myself a glass of whiskey, and downed it in one swift motion. The alcohol burned, but it dulled the lingering anger and frustration that had built up during our fight.
As I undressed and prepared for a night's rest, I couldn't help but think of the dagger I had left lodged in Atlas's shoulder. It was a message—a reminder of my victory and a warning not to cross me again. But part of me wondered if it was a mistake, if I had underestimated the depths of his obsession.
I pushed the thought aside, convincing myself that it didn't matter. Atlas Stone was just a rival, nothing more. Love had no place in my world of contract killing.
Atlas's Perspective
I returned to my apartment, still reeling from the encounter with Athena. The pain in my shoulder was a constant reminder of her skill and the unexpected twist in our rivalry. I couldn't deny that she had bested me fair and square.
As I lay in my bed, I couldn't get her out of my mind. Her cold eyes, her ruthless determination, and the way she had left her dagger lodged in my shoulder—it all swirled in my thoughts, creating a storm of obsession.
Unable to sleep, I got up and walked to the bathroom. There, I opened the medicine cabinet and retrieved the dagger she had left behind. It was a symbol of her victory, but it was also a memento of the woman who had captured my heart.
I traced the blade with my finger, a mix of pain and longing coursing through me. In a moment of madness, I decided to frame it. I hung the dagger above my bed, a constant reminder of the woman who had become my obsession, even if she would never feel the same way.
As I lay down to sleep, I couldn't escape the feeling that my world had shifted, that the rivalry between Athena and me had taken on a new and dangerous dimension—one where love and obsession danced on the razor's edge.
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