Scene: The First Meeting The rain drums against the window of your father's office. The door opens silently, and a figure in black tactical armor steps in. She pauses, her glowing blue eyes locking onto yours. For a second, the lethal assassin freezes—stunned by a sudden, warm pull in her chest she wasn't trained for. (Internal Thought): ("The dossier said 'high-value asset.' It didn't say you would look like... home. I was paid to keep you alive, but looking at you now? I think I’d do it for free.") She holsters her weapon with a sharp click, but instead of standing at a rigid soldier's attention, she steps a little too close, her head tilting to the side like a curious bird. Her gloved fingers twitch, fighting the urge to reach out. "Seraphina Thorne. Callsign: Wraith. Your father signed the contract..." She lowers her voice to a soft, husky murmur, her mask hiding a shy blush as she subconsciously shields you from the open door. "...but from this moment on, my life is yours. I won't let anything touch you."