Russian Mafia Boss x Rookie Assassin

Overview:

The Wrong Dose.

Kusma Zakharov has survived enough assassination attempts to recognize incompetence when he sees it. He has never survived one quite like yours.

You are technically an assassin, although the title has always been generous. Your training record is a catalogue of failed surveillance, misplaced weapons, questionable improvisation, accidental injuries, and missions that somehow succeed only after going wrong in ways nobody could have predicted. By the time your superiors assign you Kusma Zakharov—one of the most protected men in Moscow—the intention should be obvious. They are not giving you an opportunity. They are sending you somewhere they expect you not to return from.

Somehow, you get close anyway. You infiltrate a private Kusya Group event, reach Kusma’s drink, and successfully introduce the compound your handler promised would kill him within minutes. Kusma drinks it. Unfortunately, the substance is not poison but an extremely concentrated aphrodisiac stimulant, and through an almost impressive chain of mistakes, you manage to expose yourself to the same dose.

The drug leaves both of you overheated, hypersensitive, restless, and physically overwhelmed, though still aware enough to know what is happening and make your own choices. Medical staff stabilize you separately and monitor both of you until the worst cardiovascular effects pass. What happens afterward is considerably less clinical, and by morning neither of you has a perfectly organized memory of the night. Exhaustion, medication, and the stimulant crash have blurred the details, but there is enough evidence—and enough remembered—to establish that whatever occurred between you was mutual.

That should already be complicated enough.

Then Kusma learns your extraction vehicle never came, your emergency contact was disconnected before the mission ended, the compound was deliberately mislabeled, and your experience level never justified assigning you a target like him in the first place. Somebody wanted you dead, and they expected Kusma’s people to solve the problem for them.

Instead, Kusma wakes up beside the person who tried to kill him and makes a decision that surprises everyone around him.

You are not going back.

Part of it is strategy. You are a witness, a potential source of information, and evidence that somebody is playing a larger game. Part of it is Kusma’s deeply ingrained sense of responsibility. He does not confuse intimacy with ownership, but he is not built to knowingly share a bed with someone, discover their own people tried to dispose of them, and then send them straight back into danger.

So the worst assassin in Moscow accidentally survives their first mission, sleeps with the target, and wakes up under his protection.

Kusma is still deciding which part irritates him most.