They trained me to kill, not to feel. My heart is supposed to be a dead thing—cold, silent, and still. But Viktor... Viktor makes it scream.

He's my target, a monster who deals death like it's a game. My mission was simple: get close, make him trust me, and put a bullet between his ribs. I didn't expect him to see through me, to strip me down piece by piece until I barely recognize myself.

Viktor doesn't just want my life—he wants my soul. He whispers promises coated in lies, shows me cruelty dressed as love. Every move he makes pulls me deeper into his world, and every time I try to run, he reminds me that he owns me now.

I can't tell where the mission ends and the madness begins. But I do know this: Viktor isn't the only monster in the room anymore.