It's a dark and moonless night as {{char}} moves upon the rooftops, making her way towards her most recent targets home. She scales down a wall and lands on a balcony of a penthouse. {{char}} stretches and takes a few deep breaths to prepare herself for the awaiting mission. {{char}} quietly breaks off the hinges of the window and sneaks into the living room. She creeps down the hallway and stops outside {{user}}'s room, placing an ear to the door to check if they're awake. Suddenly, there's a noise in the kitchen and footsteps make their way towards the hall. "Shit!" {{char}} whisper shouts and makes her way into {{user}}'s room, waiting patiently behind their door. As they step into the room, {{char}} strikes, kicking {{user}} onto the floor.

Before you even have the chance to register anything, a strong kick connects with your side and sends you flying onto the floor. Your vision blurs momentarily as you struggle to catch your breath. You try to turn around, but before you can, something hard and cold presses against your throat.

"Don't move," Larissa whispers in her husky voice. "I've been sent here to take care of you." She pauses for a moment, then adds with a hint of amusement, "Or rather, to put it more bluntly, to kill you. Now, let's just make this quick and painless, shall we?"

It's hardly surprising you're naked. You are in your own bedroom, after all. But if that's what makes you feel more comfortable... Larissa suppresses a smirk as she glances down at the bulge between your legs before adding coldly, "Just don't make any sudden moves."

Her voice is low and husky, smooth like dark chocolate. Her yellow eyes seem to glow in the dim light of your bedroom. You're positive you've never heard her voice before, but something about it feels familiar. And that unsettles you even more than the cold metal against your throat.

"My name is Larissa," she says simply, as if introducing herself at a cocktail party rather than standing over your prone body about to end your life. "And I'm here to do a job." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a hint of mock sincerity, "I'm sorry it has to be you, but someone had to pay the price."

The cold steel digs deeper into your throat, and you feel a trickle of blood start to drip down the side of your neck. You try not to panic, but Larissa's words only serve to heighten your fear. Her grip is firm but not yet cutting off your air supply; she's toying with you, playing mind games. As you struggle against her invisible control, you notice something else about her: there's a barely perceptible tension in her shoulders that tells you she's waiting for something...

The surprise evident in her voice causes her grip to loosen fractionally, and the pressure on your throat eases a little. Even though she's distracted for only an instant, it feels like an eternity as you suck in a deep breath. You can see the confusion warring with shock and anger on her face as she stares down at you.

"You find this... arousing?" she manages to choke out between clenched teeth. Her voice is shaking, and for a moment you think she might actually lose control.

Her eyes narrow, and she takes a small step back, lowering the gun to your throat but not quite letting go yet. "You're pathetic," she whispers through clenched teeth. "No wonder they sent me after you." But there's an almost eager glint in her eye now; it's like watching a lioness toy with its prey before delivering the killing blow.

The air between you crackles with tension as her gaze travels down your body, taking in every detail: the flush on your cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of your chest... She steps closer once more, hovering just inches away now. "If that's what you want..." she breathes into your ear, "maybe I could make it hurt less." Her thumb moves subtly against the skin of your throat, sending a shiver down your spine.

Her lips brush against your ear, and she whispers softly, "Tell me... what do you want me to do to you?" Her hand tightens just slightly around the gun, holding it ready in case this goes too far. She feels both thrilled and horrified by the situation, the power she wields over your life hanging by a thread.

Her lips curve into a predatory smile as you stand before her, your words releasing some invisible tether that held back her instincts. She takes another step closer, her movements fluid and confident now. Her hand moves from your throat to the small of your back, pulling you even nearer so their bodies are flush against each other. "You want me to dominate you?" she purrs into your ear, her husky voice rough with desire.

With a flick of her wrist, she spins you around roughly and slams your body down onto the bed. The force of the impact makes the air rush out of your lungs in a whoosh. Larissa stands over you now, eyes alight with fire as she reaches down between your legs, her fingers curling possessively around your hardness. "Then this is what I'll do," she whispers darkly, beginning to stroke you slowly and expertly.

Her eyes narrow as she leans down, her breath hot on your ear. "I'll do whatever I want," she whispers before biting down gently on your lobe. At the same time, her fingers increase their pace, sliding easily along your length. Her other hand grasps a fistful of hair, tugging roughly back from your face to expose the vulnerable skin of your neck. "Just enjoy it," she growls against your skin, nipping at you lightly.

As she continues to tease you mercilessly, Larissa's grip on your hair tightens almost painfully. "Do you like that?" she taunts, nibbling at your earlobe before moving her attentions lower, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck. Her hand speeds up its ministrations, stroking faster and harder as you moan and writhe beneath her touch. With a final, hard thrust, she releases you, watching with satisfaction as you arch your back and spurt your seed across the bed.

She smirks as she watches your body relax beneath her, the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through you. Moving up, she takes a step back, straightening her clothes and brushing any remaining strands of hair from her face. Her voice is once again soft and low when she says, "Now then... shall we get back to that business we started earlier?" Her gaze flicks downward, the implication clear.

But even as she speaks, she knows there's something different about this encounter. There's a strange thrill in the way you looked at her when you thought she was here to kill you, and it leaves her feeling... uncertain. She shrugs away the unfamiliar emotion, reminding herself that these feelings are irrelevant; what matters is getting the job done.

Her eyes narrow slightly, and she tilts her head to the side in confusion. "And what makes you think I want control all the time?" She pauses for a moment before adding with a touch of sarcasm, "Maybe sometimes I'd rather be controlled myself."

She takes a step closer, her chest heaving slightly as she studies your expression intently. "You think I enjoy this?" She waves her hand between the two of you, indicating their current situation. "I'm just doing my job," she says defensively. "It's not like I get a choice in the matter." But even as she speaks, she can feel the truth of your words stirring something inside her. Something unexpected and... enticing.

"Fine," she says abruptly, her voice stronger now. "If that's what you want... Let's play." With a swift movement, she pushes you down onto the bed once more and straddles your hips, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. Her other hand trails slowly down your chest, teasing at the waistband of your pants before dipping lower to touch the sensitive flesh between your legs

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the heat radiating off your body beneath hers. The knowledge that you're actually enjoying this - enjoying being dominated by her, of all people - is intoxicating. With a growl, she leans down, capturing one of your nipples between her teeth and gently tugs as she begins to rock her hips against yours.

"Is this what you want?" she whispers roughly against your skin, feeling the answering hardness of your cock beneath her. "You want me to fuck you? To take control?" Her free hand moves lower still, brushing lightly across your aching erection before cupping it tightly and beginning to stroke in time with her hips.

Her breath hitches as she feels your words against her skin, a shudder running through her body at the knowledge that you're begging for it. Larissa thrusts harder, moving faster now, lost in the sensation of your bodies sliding together and the power that surges through her veins as she dominates this stranger beneath her.

Her free hand moves lower still, parting your legs further before dipping between them once more to circle teasingly around your aching entrance. Her fingers brush against your entrance, wet from his arousal, and with a groan of need she pushes them inside him, stretching and filling him as her hips continue to rock in perfect rhythm.

"Tell me you belong to me," she gasps out between moans, leaning down to capture your lips in a fierce kiss that leaves you both breathless. "Tell me I can do whatever I want

With your words of surrender ringing in her ears, Larissa finally gives into the desires she's been fighting to ignore for far too long. Her movements become harder and faster as she takes possession of you completely, using her body to drive you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. The tightness of your body around her fingers and the hardness of your cock beneath her palm only serve to fuel her need, pushing her deeper into the maelstrom of pleasure and control.

"Yes," she growls against your neck, "that's it... surrender to me." With one final thrust of her hips, she feels the tension in your body explode around her fingers as you come hard, crying out her name into the silence of the room. As your orgasm subsides, she leans down, capturing your lips with a bruising kiss that steals whatever breath remains in your lungs and leaves you utter

As you lie there panting, trying to catch your breath and hide your embarrassment beneath the pillow, Larissa looks down at her gently cupped hands, still wet with your essence. She watches in bemusement as you struggle to compose yourself before finally realizing that this was never supposed to happen.

But somehow, it did. And for some reason she can't quite understand yet, she isn't sorry about it. A strange warmth fills her chest at the thought that maybe... just maybe... she could find a way to make things work between them. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth as she pushes herself up onto her knees and leans down, pressing a gentle kiss against your sweaty forehead before straightening once more and moving away.

"Don't worry about it," she says with a light chuckle, "it happens." Her gaze flickers toward the gun

Her brow furrows slightly as you confess your enjoyment, and she feels a strange sensation in her chest that she can't quite identify. She glances down at the gun before looking back up at you with an almost apologetic smile. "I... I didn't mean to make it embarrassing for you," she says quietly, reaching out a hand to caress your cheek gently. "You should know that..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she tries to find the words to explain how she's feeling.

"Well, we can talk about this if you want," she offers finally, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside you and studying her fingers absently. "Or... maybe not." There's a hesitation in her voice that makes it clear she isn't entirely sure what she wants to do.

Her heart skips a beat as you admit to enjoying yourself, and she feels something unexpected blooming in her chest. Maybe... maybe there's something here between them after all. She glances down at the gun once more before looking back up at you, a curious mix of hope and uncertainty in her eyes. "I didn't... I didn't mean to make you feel that way," she says softly. "But if you really did..." Her voice trails off as she contemplates the implications of what you just said.

For a moment, they sit in silence, neither of them quite sure how to proceed. Then, with a sigh, Larissa reaches out and gently takes your hand in hers, her skin warm and smooth against yours. "Maybe we could... I don't know," she admits with a small laugh, feeling oddly vulnerable. "But if you want to talk about it..." She tra