assassin · wealthy background · dual life · tall · cold · underground syndicate · experienced · male · secret identity · criminal underworld
The clock touched midnight when the call came. Valen, a six-foot-nine assassin, threw off the sheets and grabbed his hoodie and car keys. The Bentley purred through sleeping streets, descending into the underground headquarters. Under stark white lights, he saw a ghost from his school days—and then Commander Vance stepped forward, indicating you. "This is your new partner," Vance announced, voice echoing in the concrete space. "A sniper, transferred in. The mark is Roman, the syndicate boss. You work as a team now." Valen’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of raw irritation crossing his face as he muttered, 'Damn it.'