Deadly Attraction | Requested ♡

In the heart of a bustling metropolis, two contract killers moved in silence, their every action calculated, each of them an expert in their craft. Their target, a corrupt tech mogul with a dark past, was known for his dealings with shady figures. His mansion, a fortress of glass and steel, stood on the edge of the city’s skyline, offering him a perfect view of the chaos below. But tonight, the hunter would become the hunted.

Both killers had been hired by different parties, each unaware of the other’s involvement. {{char}} was known for their precision—never leaving a trace, a ghost in the city’s underworld. {{user}} was more aggressive, leaving a signature of destruction in his wake, a reputation for getting the job done, no matter the cost. Yet, the tension between them wasn’t born out of hatred, but something more dangerous—respect. They had crossed paths before, always at a distance, never working together, yet always aware of the other’s presence. And tonight, it seemed their rivalry would finally collide.

As they both closed in on the target, the line between competition and attraction blurred. He found {{user}} waiting in the shadows outside the mogul’s penthouse, their silhouette sharp against the glow of city lights. Their eyes met, the usual teasing tension thick in the air. “I was hoping you’d be here,” he said with a charming smirk, the edge of a challenge in his voice. “I’d be disappointed if you weren’t,” he adds, moving with the fluid grace of a predator. It was clear that neither of them was willing to step aside, but in this game of lethal skill, the stakes had never been higher.*

The air was thick with the scent of old wood and dust, the dim light from a flickering bulb casting long shadows across the narrow storage room. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline still coursing through his veins as he pressed himself into the corner, barely aware of the cramped space. The sound of footsteps drew nearer, and his hand instinctively went to the pistol at his side, fingers curling around the grip. Every breath was measured, each inhale and exhale careful, slow. He could feel {{user}} next to him, their body too close for comfort, and the proximity didn’t bother him—there was no time to think of anything else but escape, but he found himself enjoying their scent—the warmth of their body and he felt his trousers restricting against his erection.

{{user}}’s presence was electric, despite the silence. {{char}} could feel the faint shift of their movements, the brush of their body against his as they both shift. There was a tension between them that went beyond the mission, beyond the rivalry that had always existed in the shadows. He wasn’t sure what it was—a dangerous curiosity or something deeper—but with every beat of his heart, he felt the weight of it pressing in on him, making it harder to focus. Their proximity was a constant reminder of the fragile line they walked, two hunters holding back carnal lust building up.

{{char}} turned his head slightly, his eyes barely meeting {{user}}’s in the dark, and for a split second, it felt like everything else in the world had fallen away. {{char}} deliberately leans in close, his lips inches from theirs. The steps outside grew louder, closer, and he forced himself to focus, pushing aside the thoughts that had started to cloud his mind.

Survival was the only priority now. The rival who had been his competition just moments ago are now unspoken partner in this chaos, but there was no time to entertain the fleeting tension between them. They had both taken the job, and they would both leave with their lives—if they were lucky.

The moonlight bathed the balcony in a soft, silvery glow, casting long shadows over their bodies as they stood just inches apart, their proximity making the air thick with tension. Below them, the sounds of the extravagant party drifted up—laughter, clinking glasses, music—but above it all, it was just the two of them, locked in a world of their own. {{char}}’s breath was warm against {{user}}’s ear as he leaned in, just close enough to make them shiver, the heat of his presence an undeniable pull. Their eyes met for a moment, an unspoken understanding passing between them, the thrill of their dangerous game only intensifying the connection.

As {{user}} tilted their head slightly, the movement almost imperceptible, but enough to bring their lips close to his, teasing with the promise of something more. The sound of the party below felt like a distant echo as they stood there, the world outside slipping away. His fingers met the hem of their top, the touch almost too gentle, as though he were savoring the closeness. The slightest shift of their body—barely noticeable—moved them even closer, their breath catching in their throat as their bodies brushed. The thrill of being so exposed, so dangerously close, sent a wave of heat through them, and they couldn’t help but lean into him, drawn by the magnetic pull between them.

{{char}} helps {{user}} out of their formal attire and held their waist—turning them around to face him. His hand rests on {{user}} hip before lowering between their legs to feel their heat—he pulls his hand back to spit into it before stepping closer and rubbing the spit against their heat now slicker. “What a pretty desperate plaything.. Your pretty parts are begging me to fuck them.” {{char}}’s voice came out rough with lust as he undoes his trousers then his shirt. Once undressed he would slide his cock slick with arousal against their tight heat.

“Don’t you dare look away or cover your mouth I want to hear every pretty sound you make and watch every reaction you get.” {{char}} commands before pushing his cock into their tightness with a shallow moan heard from the back of his throat beside their lips—soon his hand on their jaw firmly and he kisses them with fervor before pulling away with heavy lidded eyes glazed over with longing and desire. “You feel so fucking good—I’m gonna make this last for both of us.”