His Little Assassin
"Didn't you ask me to marry you? I permit you to wed me," said the raven-haired woman with a straight, blank face.
"...Pardon?"
"Let's get married."
"...Weren't you the one who repeatedly rejected my proposal last night?"
"Can't a woman play hard to get?"
The man's face twitched. He could barely keep up with her, "Look, once you—"
"So, you won't marry me?"
A strange glint passed through the man's amber orbs which disappeared quickly just as it came by.
"Who's to say I won't?"
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In which a commander of a special unit under the PSIA found himself in a contractual marriage with his strange and mysterious neighbor.
Little did he know that she's one heck of a little assassin.