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DAMIR
“Again” by Noah Cyrus feat XXXTENTACION
Present
My new partner.
Such a strange contradiction, they gave me a file on her, the murders, the crimes, a rough psychological sketch of someone broken, unstable, dangerous, a ghost with no feelings, a machine even.
But it doesn’t say anything about the way she looks at people. Didn’t prepare me for the way she’d look in a black dress that makes her look divine. It doesn’t mention how she tenses when the room gets too loud, or how her eyes always seem somewhere else. Not lost…detached.It doesn’t say that she doesn’t flinch under a stare.
That part’s the strangest, she doesn’t match the profile.
And I can’t tell if that’s what makes her dangerous, or if it’s what’s so curious about her.
She doesn’t trust me at all. 0%. Of course she doesn’t. Why would she? She doesn’t even know who I am,whatI am.
I’ve heard a lot of things about the famous Voron. It’s concerning how someone so brutal can look so beautiful. Effortlessly beautiful, and yet I can see it, that brutality. It’s everywhere around her, it’s in the way her eyes only soften when it’s Viktor or his sister talking to her.
And even then, she looks tense. Like she’s always thinking, always imagining things in her head.
I watch her from across the room, the way her hands tighten when someone gets too close, the tension pulsing under her beautiful, soft and tan skin.
She hides it well, but I see it, I see everything.
They all think they know her, the ones who hired me, the ones who fear her, the ones who want her dead. To them, she’s Voron. That faceless shadow with a gun and personalized bullets.
They don’t see the person beneath,the layers she keeps buried so deep… It’s almostimpressive,even to me.
But I see hints of it, I catch glimpses, watching her from afar could’ve never prepared me for the way she actually feels in person.
That’s why they sent me here, to tear her open, split her in half and extract whatever truth she’s hiding before I kill her. Information first, then the clean end of a bullet. A simple job.
It should feel simple, anyway.
But something about her isn’t.
Take Viktor, for example. I caught the way he leaned toward her tonight, how his hand lingered on her arm a second too long, how he spoke to her in a way that felt... close, way too close for my liking.
My jaw tightened without my permission.
What the hell was that? It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t anything logical, only this strange, crawling feeling, like a blade dragged dull over my skin.Disgust?
No… It’s something else, something worse probably.
I didn’t like it, whatever it was, it shouldn’t matter to me who touched her or why, but it did, in some raw, primal way I didn’t recognize.
And when I talked to her?
She smelled... good. Sweet, but not innocent. Warm and cold at the same time. There was danger in it, inher.Something that sank into my veins and stayed there, poisoning my being.
It’s pathetic, really, how someone like her could get under my skin without trying, she doesn’t even know me, doesn’t know the truth about who I am or what I’ve been sent to do. She’s too busy glaring at me, hating the fact that we’re partners now.
It’s almost funny, if only she knew how much I know about her. Her habits, her routines, the way she fights, how she runs on no sleep, the way she cares for dogs that aren’t even hers. And, most of all, the way she gives a damn about the two people she’s stuck with.
She’s not untouchable, no one is, but the thought of killing her, finishing this mission, isn't as satisfying as it should be.
