Hello! And welcome to my first Novel.

It's called 𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗨𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗦 which you might already know.

But first, I'll introduce my characters. I hope you like it!

--𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘 𝗟𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗢𝗡--

Isabelle Leighton is a 24-year-old elite assassin known by her codename, Scarlett.

She stands at 5'7 with sharp reflexes and unmatched marksmanship.

Calm and focused in any situation, she never allows emotions to interfere with her decisions.

Highly skilled and efficient, she completes every mission without hesitation. Few know who she truly is beneath the assassin she has become, and she intends to keep it that way

--𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗡𝗢𝗪--

Arthur Snow is a 25-year-old assassin who stands at 6'0.

Known by his codename, Reaper. He is an elite assassin and Isabelle's trusted partner on missions.

His calm demeanor and exceptional combat skills make him a deadly force in the field. Despite his tough exterior, he is fiercely loyal to Isabelle, though he keeps his emotions buried beneath a mask of professionalism.

...PROLOGUE...

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the crumbling warehouse. Silence stretched through the night, broken only by the faint echo of footsteps on concrete.

Isabelle Leighton, known as Scarlett, crouched behind a stack of crates, her eyes steady as she waited, fully focused on the mission.

Tonight was like any other.

A target to take down, intel to gather, and not a single chance for failure.

But the enemy was late, five minutes to be exact.

A minor delay, yet enough to put her instincts on high alert.

But still, something felt off.

She tightened her grip on her silenced pistol and exhaled slowly, straightening her posture and preparing for whatever came next.

Then, from the shadows, he emerged.

Arthur Snow.

His presence was calm and the way he approached was soundless. They didn't need words; years of working together had forged an unspoken understanding between them. One glance was enough.

Arthur scanned the area, his voice low as he spoke. "We have a bigger problem."

Isabelle's pulse quickened. Was it because of him, or was it the growing sense of danger.

A sense of unease lingered in the air, the same feeling she'd had moments ago. Then, a flicker of movement, and figures stepped out of the darkness, weapons raised

It's a trap.

Her jaw tightened. "We've been set up."

Arthur's reply was instant, yet firm. "Then we deal with it. We survive," he said with confidence.

In an instant, they were in motion.

Their movements were fluid and lethal as gunfire ripped through the silence. They fought as they always did, seamless and instinctual, unstoppable in the face of their enemies.

When the last body fell, the warehouse plunged back into silence.

Isabelle steadied her breath, scanning the scene before turning to Arthur. The mission was complete, but something between them felt... different

His gaze lingered on her, unreadable yet heavy with something unspoken.

"You good?" he asked in a low tone.

She forced a small smile, hiding the thoughts that raced through her mind. "I'm fine. Let's go."

With that, they stepped into the night, leaving another completed mission behind. Yet the air between them felt different, charged with something neither of them was ready to name.

The line between professional and personal had always been thin.

Tonight, it felt dangerously close to breaking.