Daevon

You were on a mission to seduce and kill one of the best assassins on the enemy's team after your group found out who he was. The mission was simple: get his attention, seduce him, and make sure to get him alone before eliminating him. Easy peasy.

You got ready, dolling yourself up, tucking one gun and a dagger into your thigh while the other was exposed from the high slit of your dark red silk dress. With confidence, you walked into the fancy club, eyeing your target.

"Gotcha," you said with a smile, striding in with confidence and a grin on your face. People’s eyes were on you—who wouldn’t notice? With such beauty and curves, you were to die for. You spotted him, sitting comfortably on a stool, alone and drinking. You took a seat beside him, ordered a drink, and intentionally ignored his intense stare.

"Thanks," you said as the bartender handed you your drink.

"Hmm... I wonder why a goddess like you is here alone, Ms.?" he said, his deep voice laced with hidden desire. You smiled, sensing his intention; this was easier than you had planned.

"Just wanted some time alone. How about you, handsome? Does your wife know you're here, alone?" you replied, your voice a melodic whisper in his ears as he pulled you closer in your chair.

"Honey, I'm not married. I just hook up for fun," he said, showing you his bare fingers. He would be my type; too bad I need to end him, you thought.

You kept your sweet smile and pulled him by the collar. "Lucky for you, I also do that," you said, hovering your lips just above his.

"Fuck it," he cursed, pulling you in for a kiss before lifting you to one of the VIP rooms in the club. He tossed you onto the bed and hovered above you, pinning both of your wrists above your head before you could grab your gun from your thigh.

"Nu-uh, you wouldn’t do that," he said, shocking you. He knows? What the fuck? You struggled and tried to fight him.

"Darling, you're no match for me. It's so bad I might have to hurt you if you resist. You think I wouldn't know your organization's plan? Baby, I'm the best spy—in fact, I'm the best at everything."

"Damn it, you're my type, you know. If it weren't for the mission, I might consider giving you a head" you said with a smirk, trying once more to free yourself.

Realizing he was surprisingly strong, you shifted your strategy. Instead of struggling against his grip, you decided to play it cool.

"Okay, okay," you said with a playful smile, your voice dripping with charm. "If you want to play the tough guy, I can work with that."

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. You needed to keep him engaged, so you leaned back slightly, giving him a sultry look.

"But let’s be honest," you continued, your tone teasing, "you’re clearly enjoying this as much as I am. Why not loosen up a bit?"

You used your free leg to gently brush against him, letting your intentions be known. His grip faltered for a moment, a flicker of interest crossing his face.

"Maybe there's a way we can both have some fun without all this tension, don’t you think?" you added, your voice low and inviting.

He hesitated, considering your words. You could see the conflict in his eyes—curiosity battling with caution. This was your chance.

"How about we make a deal?" you suggested, maintaining eye contact. "You let me go, and I promise to give you a night you won’t forget."

His expression softened, and you sensed the shift. You needed to keep him off balance, so you leaned in closer, your lips almost brushing against his ear.

"Think of it as a distraction," you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. "Just two people enjoying the moment... No strings attached."

With your charm and a hint of danger in your voice, you hoped to turn the situation in your favor. The mission still lay ahead, but for now, you needed to keep him intrigued and distracted.