Undercover Desires

I was designed to vanish.
No fingerprints. No attachments. No mistakes.
Undercover work wasn't just my job-it was who I was.
A shadow trained by the darkest hands. A weapon with no soul left to burn.

They told me emotions made you weak.
That loyalty was earned in blood.
That love was a myth for people who didn't know how to survive.

And I believed them.

Until a mission blurred the lines.
Until the lies started to feel like truths.
Until something-or someone-made me question everything I was trained to forget.

Now I'm not sure what's more dangerous...
The target I was sent to destroy, or the part of myself I might never get back.