❝THIS IS SUDDEN BUT I CAN'T HOLD MY TONGUE ANY LONGER-...IT'S TIME TO DO YOUR WIFE DUTIES FOR YOUR HUSBAND.❞
HIS WIFE 彼の妻
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In which (Y/n, A high-level dangerous Assassin ends up being forced to become a Wife and Mother to he...
‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊HEELS SOFTLY CLICKING AGAINST THE MARBLE FLOORING OF THE BUILDING...
A soft vocal range through the earpiece within your ear; your figure continued further the building- moving past the talkative bystanders.
"Cobra, the target is within range of your strike, this time try not to get sidetracked this time by stealing... you're an assassin not a-"
"Garden! Baby, Ever heard of the saying Have your cake and eat it too?"
"You are saying that wrong...and you know it."
Painted lips curling into a smirk; you continued to strut past the group of guests within the ballroom, adjusting the V-neck line of your fitted red dress, your irises raked across the ballroom-
"Is it a crime to want a little souvenir after each assassination? Everyone adores a trip to memory lane!-"
Trailing off; your sights captured the target before you- footsteps halting, your irises became fixated on the host of the party,
Grabbing a tequila from the moving tray of the waitress that struts past you, bringing the brown of the glass to your lips- taking a sip- you inhaled lightly feeling your excitement beginning to grow by the second;
"There he is... Mr.Darcus-"
"Kenneth... Self-made millionaire, heir to the Dowell Enterprise, quite a charmer."
A rasp vocal that spoke behind you taking you by surprise, lowering your glass- you turned your skull for a moment- jaw tightening at the familiar irises behind the false makeshift mask.
"Do you believe I fall for your horrible excuse for a disguise?- hear I thought you were supposed to be a professional Fake."
"Says the one who is trying to commit a felony without a disguise." Shooting back at your comment; the disguised spy stood beside you, fixing his cuffs- "I know what you are trying to do... It's not happening tonight."
Quirking your eyebrow at his comment; a hint of amusement gleamed across your irises, "Oh? Haven't we been here before, Fake..." trailing off in a faint whisper to make sure your words wouldn't be heard from any unwanted listeners.
"You do your little kiddy play games-"
"They are called missions-"
"And I do my adult assignments. And every time you try to get in my way so you can complete your mission, you attempt to either somehow lock me up yet..."
