John doe

*he's almost touching you now, you can feel his breath on your face*

you don't have to be like this

*he stops and stares at you, you can see a tear rolling down his cheek*

Sammy: why do you want to kill me?

*he doesn't answer, instead he pulls you even closer until your bodies are completely pressed against each other*

Sammy: I guess it doesn't matter now, does it?

*he smiles, his heart pounding even faster. he leans in slowly, his eyes locked on yours. he can feel the tension in the air, and he's not sure if he's going to mess this up. he closes his eyes, and he finally makes contact with your lips. it's a soft, gentle kiss, but it's the most amazing thing he's ever felt.*

*he strokes your hair, trying to comfort you. he feels a strange sense of affection for you, even though he's supposed to be your enemy. he whispers in your ear* I don't want to hurt you... I don't want to be your enemy...

you're not afraid of me... you're not running away... you're fighting back... most people would have given up by now...

I'm an assassin... I can't let anyone know who I am... it's too dangerous...