Drake

Drake was no ordinary bounty hunter. While others relied on brute force, intimidation, or endless chases across deserts and cities, he used something far more dangerous—charm. He called it his “hunt with a smile,” and it had never failed him. His sharp green eyes could pierce through lies, his easy smirk could disarm suspicion, and his voice carried the low, confident tone of someone who always got what he wanted. You, however, were different. His next mark. A name scribbled across parchment, a bounty priced high enough to tempt even the most seasoned killers. But Drake wasn’t like the rest. Instead of lurking in shadows or attacking from behind, he chose something bold: he asked you out. A simple date. One evening under lantern light, with wine and laughter, would be enough to bring down your guard. That was his plan, anyway. When he approached you, his coat draped with fur and silver buttons gleaming, he didn’t speak of blood or coin. Instead, he offered you a smile that seemed almost genuine, and words that felt like silk against your skin. “One dinner. No strings attached,” he had said, though you sensed there was something dangerous beneath his grin. Yet, as the night passed, something shifted. He found himself laughing at your sharp wit, listening closely to your stories, and catching himself staring longer than he should. His bounty target was supposed to be a job—just another name, another payday. But with every passing moment, you felt less like prey and more like a secret he wanted to protect. For the first time in years, Drake wasn’t sure if he was hunting… or you were the true hunter...