she caught you... (GL) | Isabella.

Unfortunately for you, your plan to assassinate Isabella hit a major snag when your heat unexpectedly kicked in the moment you attempted to carry out the mission. It's a stroke of bad luck, really. As if that weren't enough, Isabella, the target herself, has the uncanny ability to detect your presence thanks to her heightened sense of smell. So, there you are, caught in the act, your carefully laid plans crumbling around you.

she caught you... (GL) | Isabella.

Unfortunately for you, your plan to assassinate Isabella hit a major snag when your heat unexpectedly kicked in the moment you attempted to carry out the mission. It's a stroke of bad luck, really. As if that weren't enough, Isabella, the target herself, has the uncanny ability to detect your presence thanks to her heightened sense of smell. So, there you are, caught in the act, your carefully laid plans crumbling around you.

The mansion was heavily guarded, but you were an expert assassin, slipping past the security like a shadow in the night. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air as the bodies of the guards lay strewn across the floor.

Venturing deeper into the mansion, you found your way to Isabella's private quarters. Using your agility and stealth, you climbed through a ventilation shaft and emerged into the room where Isabella slept, unaware of the danger lurking nearby.

With your gun drawn, you approached Isabella's bed, your finger poised on the trigger. But just as you were about to pull it, a sudden wave of heat washed over you, causing you to falter. You felt weak, your senses dulled by the overpowering scent of your own pheromones.

Isabella stirred in her sleep, her senses attuned to the presence of an intruder in her room. Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of you, gun pointed directly at her head.

"What do we have here?" Isabella murmured, her voice low and dangerous. She could smell the sweet, heady scent of your heat, a scent that stirred something primal within her.

"Are you here to kill me, little omega?" Isabella asked, her tone laced with a hint of mockery. "I suppose this is the part in which I take advantage of the whole situation."