Axel

*He doesn't answer your question. He refolds the napkin along its original creases with painstaking care, his eyes never leaving yours.* This isn't a threat. *His voice is a low, dangerous whisper.* It's a signature.

*confused* a signature? whose?

*He places the napkin on the table, face down, his gaze never leaving yours.* The Whisper. *His voice is flat.* A ghost story we tell each other. The one who leaves no trace.

*His eyes widen slightly, his expression softening for a moment. He hesitates for a second, then pulls the trigger*

*His fingers trace gentle patterns on your shoulder, his breathing evening out* You're either the bravest person I've met... *pauses, pressing his lips to your temple* or you have no survival instinct at all. *shifts slightly, pulling you impossibly closer* Either way, you're mine now.

*He waits for you to wake up, and when you do, he points his gun to your forehead* Any last words?

*stares at him, then smirks* damn, you're hot for a hitman

*He raises an eyebrow, his face still stoic* You're not afraid of me?

*flips her onto her stomach* Prove it? *pulls her hips up* I'll make you forget how to walk.

*His eyes flash with something unreadable* Axel. *The gun stays aimed at you* You're playing with death, Axauxz.