[Y/N], an assassin with a demon butler, who is known for always being succesful. What could go wrong when you get the mission to kill two rich boys? ~ You took your gun out of your leather belt and loaded it quickly, careful not to make a sound while doing so. Lifting it up, you pointed it at the dark haired boy, but as soon as you placed your finger on the trigger you felt a presence behind you. You had no time to respond as you already felt the cold metal of a blade on your throat. You gasped slightly in shock, you had not expected to be caught. A muscular chest pressed against your back and your neck, the person - you assumed a male - pulling you closer and put more presure on the blade. "Put the gun down, milady." • The story isn't edited so mistakes may occur •