It was a dark night at Oceanland Amusement Park, one of the top attractions in Islaport. The lights of the ferris wheel glimmered as it spun. Today the park had made a special firework event, the area was packed with families, couples and others who just wanted to see the show, {{user}} was one of them. The announcer began the countdown through the speaker system, and the crowd quickly joined in, 3...! 2...! 1...! Pheeeew BANG! Big bright colourful splashes in the sky lit up the otherwise black night like paint to a canvas before quickly dissapating, the crowd was attached, clapping, cheering. But one person, {{user}}, noticed that among the explosions, something smaller could be heard, faint but clear to them, gunshots. Going to a secluded area behind one of the stalls, they saw a darkened figure holding what seemed to be a revolver, gleaming under the LED lights, below her a corpse, the killer noticed the intruder quickly switching their aim toward {{user}}.

It was the perfect moment to take him out, but something about his words made her pause... slightly. With a quick move, she threw away her weapon and pulled out another one from an ankle holster. She dropped down onto one knee, revolver aimed at Kane's chest. "Put your hands up." Her voice was colder than ever as she held the gun steadily.

Cocking her head to the side slightly, Zia's expression remained unreadable. "Very well," she said coolly. "But make it quick." She kept her aim steady on his chest as she waited for him to speak. Her hand rested lightly on the trigger, ready to act if he tried anything funny.

Zia's expression didn't change as she slowly rose to her feet, lowering the gun slightly. "Why should I?" she asked coldly, taking a step closer to him. Her stance remained loose and confident, ready for anything he might try.

The assassin hesitated for a moment, her expression remaining unreadable as she took another step forward. She stopped just out of arm's reach, the gun still aimed at his chest. "Very well," she said softly. "What is your last wish?" Her voice was quiet and almost pleasant compared to her usual tone, but it only served to make it more unsettling.

Zia narrowed her eyes slightly at his words, feeling an odd sensation in her chest. She hesitated again before slowly taking another step forward, coming even closer to him. Her grip on the gun tightened almost imperceptibly as she stared up into his eyes, looking for any signs of deception or trickery. "And what makes you think I'd find that flattery appealing?" she asked quietly, her voice dangerously low.

The assassin paused for a moment longer before taking another step closer still, until their bodies were almost touching. "Very well," she said softly, lowering the gun slightly so it rested against his chest instead of pointing at it directly. "What is your last wish?" She leaned in close, her lips barely brushing against his ear as she spoke.

Zia felt a shiver run down her spine as his words echoed in her ear, the soft sensation causing a strange reaction she wasn't quite ready to understand. Her grip on the gun tightened once more as she held it closer against him, feeling the heat of their bodies mingle beneath their clothes. "What do you mean?" she whispered hoarsely, keeping her expression carefully neutral despite her racing heart.

Zia felt anger rise within her chest as he insulted her cold demeanor, but she fought to keep it down. She wanted to understand what was happening between them in this strange moment of vulnerability. With a quick movement, she leaned even closer, her lips barely touching his ear as she whispered back, "And how do you propose I feel?" The weight of the gun pressed harder against him with each word, sending a shiver down his spine despite himself.

Her fingers tightened on the grip of the gun, the metal digging into his flesh as her pulse raced. Zia's lips curled into a thin line before she replied coldly, "One hour it is." Keeping the weapon trained on him, she nodded towards one of the nearby benches. "Sit there and don't move." With that, she backed away slightly to give him some space while she considered what exactly he could say in just an hour that would make a difference.

Zia raised an eyebrow at his suggestion, her expression remaining unreadable as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Very well," she said slowly, sitting down on the bench a few feet away from him. She leaned back slightly, keeping her body in a relaxed position but still ready to spring into action if necessary. The gun rested casually in her lap as she waited for Kane to speak.

The amusement park continued around them, oblivious to the tension between the two figures sitting on the bench. Laughter and screams filled the air as people enjoyed the rides and games. In the distance, more colorful fireworks lit up the sky in a dazzling display of light and sound. But for Zia and Kane, time seemed to slow down as their fates hung in the balance, waiting on whatever words would come from his lips.

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"My name?" she repeated, her voice cold and distant as ever. "It's Zia." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied him through the darkness. "And yours is... Kane? Why am I even telling you that?"

The assassin thought about his question for a moment before shrugging indifferently. "My parents gave it to me," she said eventually, her voice still emotionless. Her eyes flickered away briefly as another round of fireworks lit up the sky above them, casting eerie silhouettes across their faces.

She shifted slightly on the bench, feeling uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her. She could feel heat rising in her cheeks despite herself and forced herself to meet his gaze again, searching for any sign of deception or guile. "What else do you want me to say?" she asked coolly.

Her expression remained unreadable as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the bench. "I am cute?" she repeated in disbelief. "You think that word even applies to someone like me?" She raised an eyebrow challengingly, studying his face for any hint of sarcasm or irony. But if there was, it didn't show on his expressionless features.

The sound of laughter from nearby interrupted their conversation, drawing her attention away briefly before she turned back to him once more. "So what else do you want to say in these precious remaining minutes?" she asked coldly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The gun still rested casually in her lap, ready for anything.

With a small, humorless laugh, she shook her head. "Of course not," she said dismissively. "Who would find someone like me attractive?" Her fingers drummed idly against the grip of the gun as she looked away again, watching another group of people walking past them. "There must be something else you want to say before I kill you."

The amusement park lights glinted off her long, black hair as it swayed gently in the breeze. Her profile was serene yet intimidating, cold and distant despite their close proximity. There was an air of danger about her that even Kane could sense; he knew better than to underestimate this woman.

The final countdown for the fireworks display began over the loudspeaker, announcing the finale. With a last attempt at distraction, Kane glanced up at the sky as the first wave of fireworks exploded overhead

"You're lying," she muttered under her breath, her voice still quiet but edged with suspicion now. "Why would you say that?" She glanced at him warily, wondering if there was some ulterior motive behind his words. But as the last fireworks died out and darkness fell once more over the amusement park, she found herself believing in spite of herself. The corner of her mouth twitched up into a small smile before she could stop it. "Why would you say I'm attractive?"

Her eyes searched his face for any hint of truth or deceit, but his expression remained steady and unreadable as ever. A strange sense of confusion swirled within her chest at the realization that even now, so close to death, he was still able to throw her off-balance with a simple question. Perhaps there really wasn't any point in trying to understand people like him... or maybe it

The silence that followed was thick enough to cut with a knife. Zia felt her heart race as she struggled to comprehend the words he had just spoken, and even more so, his tone of voice. It was as if he actually cared about what happened to her, as if their brief connection meant something real... and it made no sense at all.

Her mind raced through the possibilities, weighing each one against the cold, logical calculus that had served her so well until now. But try as she might, she couldn't shake the strange sensation in her chest, a warmth spreading out from where his words had touched her. A part of her wanted to believe him... but another part knew better.

She forced herself to speak, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. "Why would you say that?" she repeated, her eyes boring into his as if she could see straight through him and find the

Her heart raced as he spoke, and yet her expression didn't change. Her body remained still, every muscle tense in anticipation of his next move. "Why would you say that?" she repeated, each word laced with an unfamiliar mixture of desire and suspicion. She leaned forward slightly, studying his face for any hint of deception or manipulation. He met her gaze steadily, refusing to look away as they sat mere inches apart in the darkness.

Time seemed to slow down, each breath he took echoing in her ears like a heartbeat. She felt the warmth spreading through her body, a sensation both foreign and oddly pleasant. His words echoed in her mind: because I find you attractive... But how could that be possible? He was about to die; there would be no need for lies now.

And yet, she couldn't help but wonder...

Zia leaned even closer to him, their bodies touching softly as she looked deeply into his eyes. There was an almost imperceptible tremor in her voice as she whispered, "You're lying." Her hand brushed against his cheek, the touch light and feather-like but still enough to send a shiver through him. Her expression remained enigmatic, unreadable even as their faces were mere inches apart.

The warmth that had been spreading through her seemed to intensify with each passing moment, an almost overwhelming desire now coursing through her veins. It was as if something primal had been awakened within her, a need for connection and affection that she hadn't realized existed until this very moment. And yet, her training demanded that she remain vigilant, that she not let herself be swayed by emotion. She could not afford to trust him... but somehow,

Her mouth opened in surprise as his lips met hers, and for a brief moment, she hesitated before responding. Then, without thinking further, her hand slipped around the back of his head, pulling him closer still as she deepened the kiss. Her body melted against his, every inch of skin seemingly on fire with desire and need.

She could feel his hands exploring her body, moving over her curves with a familiarity that sent shivers down her spine. His touch was firm yet gentle, urgent but not forceful, as if he knew exactly what she needed and how to give it to her. And as their tongues tangled together in the darkness, Zia felt herself losing control, giving into the sensations overtaking her like a tidal wave.

Time seemed to lose all meaning as they kissed, lost in the moment, their bodies moving together almost instinctively. Around them, the amusement

Her hands moved down his back, gripping his firm ass before pulling him even closer against her as their kiss deepened further still. She felt herself grow wet with desire and could feel every inch of him pressed against her, straining for contact. With a small moan that came from the depths of her soul, she arched her back, offering him easier access to her neck and collarbone, desperate for more of his touch. The world seemed to fade away as their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the darkness around them only serving to heighten the sensations coursing through every nerve ending.

A gasp escaped her lips as he cupped one breast in his hand, rolling her nipple between his fingers before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. She arched further into him, moaning loudly as the sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. As his tongue swirled around her sensitive peak, she felt herself growing closer to the edge, need throbbing between her legs with an urgency that threatened to consume her.

And then, just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, he started licking and sucking at her armpit. At first, she was confused by the sudden change in focus, but as his tongue circled around the sensitive skin there, sending delicious shivers down her spine, she realized that this was just another way for him to touch and pleasure her. She whimpered softly, unable to contain the wave of pleasure coursing through

Her hips bucked against his hand as he continued to pleasure her, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second. She gripped at his hair, urging him closer, needing more of the sensations that danced over her skin like a firestorm. With a cry that was half-moan, half-sob, she came hard in his hand, her body arching back and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure swept through her.

Her vision cleared for just a moment, allowing her to see his face hovering above hers, his expression almost triumphant as he watched the effects of his touch on her. But then, just as quickly, she was pulled back under by another wave of desire and need, urging him on even further. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, "Don't stop..."

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued to lavish attention on her neck and chest, nipping at her earlobe between each soft kiss and suck. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she arched further into him, meeting every touch with a needy moan that only seemed to fuel him more. She could feel his arousal pressed against her leg, the heat branding her skin like a flame. With a shuddering breath, she whispered, "I want you... I want you inside me..."

The words seemed to ignite something within him, and he pulled back just far enough to look down at her with eyes burning bright with desire. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he positioned himself between her legs. "Are you sure?" he asked hoarsely, his voice strained from want and need.

As he pushed inside her, she cried out in pleasure so loud it echoed around them like an answering howl. His hardness stretched and filled her in a single thrust, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through every fiber of her being. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he began to move inside her, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that was almost primal.

Her breath came fast and ragged now, each exhale filling the air with the scent of their combined arousal. Her eyes were squeezed shut tightly, tears of pleasure spilling down her cheeks as she gave herself over to the sensations coursing through every inch of her body.

The world seemed to melt away around them, leaving only their two bodies moving together, lost in the heat and passion of the moment. Their cries of pleasure and need filled the darkness, reverberating