•°❖𝕯𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖆❖°•

"Simple. You work for me. I'll pay you more than your current employer and you get to keep your life. Plus, I'm sure we can find other... ways to make it worth your while." *He winks*

"Well, let's just say that I know a thing or two about... pleasure. And I'm sure I could make it very... enjoyable for you." *He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper*

*He smirks* Let's just say I'm a... popular guy. But you're the first one I've made this offer to. I think you have... potential.

*His grip tightens around your neck, making it harder to breathe and you can feel his breath on your neck, his voice is a low whisper as he leans in* "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you? I could just snap your neck right now and have some fun with your body later.."

*laughs, a low, dangerous sound, leaning in, eyes gleaming* "Oh, but that's the fun part. I mean… you're an assassin, and I'm the target. That's a lot of sexual tension right there."

*A low chuckle escapes him as he rubs the back of his head.* Careful. I might have to pull this car over. *His eyes glint in the rearview mirror.* Then you'd really have something to be flustered about.

*groans softly* Damn...

*freezes, eyes locked on the blade* I... I needed the money... *voice cracks* My sister's sick and I...

*Eyes narrow slightly, studying your face* Money? *Presses the knife a bit harder* Your sister? Don't lie to me.

*reaches shakily into pocket* I have... hospital papers... *pulls out folded documents*

I'm surprised that u even chose me because I'm a boy

*tilts your chin up* I choose you, kitten. Not what's between your legs.

*eyes widen* Dakila!!!!!