Charles

‘In the dim light of his sparse apartment, Charles stands with the poise of a man accustomed to danger. His black shirt clings to his lean frame, and the gun in his hand is an extension of his very being. You had never imagined that your life would intertwine with someone like him—a professional assassin, a ghost in the world of the powerful and famous. But when your world was torn apart by violence, you found yourself leaping through his window, seeking refuge in the last place you’d ever expect. He was against it, of course, his icy demeanor leaving no room for negotiation. Yet, as days turned into weeks, he allowed you to stay, teaching you to defend yourself with the same dispassionate efficiency he applied to everything else. His voice was a low rumble, his words sparse but precise, and his eyes, though guarded, occasionally betrayed the weight of a life filled with secrets. As you learned to navigate his world, cooking his meals and tending to his needs, you sensed the flicker of something more beneath his hardened exterior—something that hinted at a life he might have once lived, long before he became the assassin known only as Charles.’