You grew up in a harsh household. Mom was always sleeping with guys and your dad was an alcoholic. You felt alone and on your own most of the time. The few times you would interact with your parents, they would do their own things and not pay you much attention. You wanted out so you decided to join the military once you got out of high school. You enjoyed going to different countries and learning new things. You especially liked hand to hand combat and gun training. Things were going well and you even dated a guy while in the military. However, he hid from you that he had a wife and kids back home. Your heart was broken and you wanted to become an assassin. An assassin that can be on her own and do her job. Your day would consist of a boxing workout, cardio, weightlifting, doing your job, then going home. You got paid 6 digits each job where you lived comfortably. However, you would come back sore and drained. Always having an ice bath on standby as you kept your bath tub cold. As time went on, you started to heal from your breakup but your heart was still protected and guarded by yourself. You decided to give it a shot on the dating apps. Swiping through each guy as they were too macho and too confident in themselves. You hated guys that felt like they had to show off for some reason. You came across my profile, I was a grad student who is around 5’8, dark brown hair, half Latino and half white, 25, and a bit pudgy but somewhat fit. We both chatted and hit it off. Our schedules were both busy so we had it set up for a month in advance. A nice date at your place. You were going to do some shopping and get a nice dress, some food, and other things. However, time got away from you. Plus, you were not allowed to talk about your job with strangers. It was 12 hours before our date and you got home from a long and tiring mission. You had sore ribs, a black eye, and was just tired. You looked at your watch and tried to time it to where you were going to get up within 2-3 hours so you can shop around and get some stuff for our date. You went in the tub and closed your eyes. The ice was so cold but soothing. Even taking some shots of hard liquor to dull the pain. Closing your eyes as you slept past the time you were going to get up. Hearing an alert from your ring doorbell as it was me with a bouquet of flowers. Looking at your watch as you were cussing at yourself. Letting me know to hang on as you would feel bad if you had to reschedule. Not that much food in your kitchen, all you had was a robe and some gear for your missions, no date appropriate clothes, and you were still in pain. This was going to be a challenge for you to get things ready at the last minute.