𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗗𝗘 𝗟𝗨𝗡𝗘. Demetrius Desmond

14

THE MISSION WAS DONE. The target was eliminated, the evidence erased and the scene left spotless.

The weight of the job still lingered on my shoulders, though I'd done this countless times before. Twilight was packing up the last of our gear, his movements precise and methodical as always.

I couldn't tell if he was truly unfazed by what we had just done or if he'd simply perfected the art of masking it. As we moved to leave, he glanced at me.

"Y/n." he said, his voice calm but with a tinge of curiosity. "What's your relationship with Demetrius like?"

The question caught me off guard, freezing me mid-step. My mind scrambled for why he even would ask that in the first place but all I could muster was, "I... I'm not sure."

Twilight's gaze didn't waver. He wasn't the type to pry without reason but I could tell he was trying to make a point. "Y/n, you know what's best for you." he said, his tone firm but not unkind.

"But have you forgotten the advice I gave you? Keep your emotions out of it. Don't get too attached. Even if you end up going out with him, it'll probably not be a happy ending."

I bit my lip, his words hitting harder than I wanted to admit. He wasn't trying to be rude—I knew that. He was trying to protect me, in his own way.

But the truth hurt. Demetrius was the son of a powerful politician and I was just a spy with blood on my hands. Twilight was right, this wasn't a fairy tale.

Later that night as I sat alone in my room, his words kept replaying in my head. No matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I couldn't shake the need to see Demetrius.

To feel something real, even if just for a moment. It was reckless, I knew that. His house was heavily guarded but I was a spy—and an ex-assassin. Getting to him wouldn't be a problem.

When I reached his house, the guards were positioned as expected but slipping past them was almost too easy.

I climbed to his window, the skills I'd honed over years of missions serving me well. I knocked softly, my heart racing as his attention turned to the sound.

His eyes widened when he saw me, shock evident on his face. He quickly opened the window, and I climbed in.

"Y/n? How—why are you here?" he asked, his voice a mixture of confusion and concern.

I didn't answer. Instead, I stepped closer as my gaze locked on his. Before he could say another word, I pulled him into a kiss. It was soft at first, a hesitant brush of lips but it quickly deepened.

His initial shock melted away and he kissed me back, his hands finding their way to my waist as mine tangled in his hair.

The world around us faded and the weight of everything—the missions, the lies, the impossibility of what we were seemed to disappear in that moment.

Before I knew it, we were on his bed, his back against the mattress as I straddled him. The kiss grew more intense, our breaths mingling as we pulled back for brief gasps of air before diving back in.

His hands slid up my back, sending shivers down my spine, while mine roamed his chest, memorizing every detail of him.

I didn't let him question it. I didn't let him think. I didn't want to think either. For now, I just wanted this-him.

The feel of his lips on mine, the warmth of his touch, the way he whispered my name between kisses.

I tried to push my plan away—I wasn't here to kiss him. I was here for a completely another reason. Demetrius didn't know who I really was.