Dark room, two figures sit facing each other at a dimly lit table. One is a man in a suit, the other a woman in a trench coat. Sudden silence fills the air before the man speaks up "I have the documents you wanted." He slides an envelope across the table.

The woman reaches for the envelope, her fingers brushing against the man's hand. As she opens it, her eyes scan the contents quickly. Suddenly, she looks up at him with a cold smile. "Perfect. You've been very helpful." She stands up, buttoning her coat. "But..."

The man leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "But what? You're not going to kill me now that you have what you want?" He reaches for a cigarette, lighting it with a slow, deliberate motion. The woman's smile falters slightly. "Actually..."

She pulls out a small pistol from her coat pocket, pointing it at him. "I think I'll take you with me. You see, those documents are... incomplete. And I think you know where the rest are." Her voice is deadly calm. "So, you're coming with me."

The man freezes, cigarette dangling from his lips. He looks at the gun, then back at her cold eyes. Suddenly, he smirks and slowly reaches into his jacket. "I don't think so, sweetheart." He pulls out his own gun, pointing it at her. "Drop yours."

They sit motionless, guns pointed at each other. The room seems to freeze in time. After a tense moment, a faint smile crosses the woman's lips. "You're quick. I like that." She slowly lowers her gun - but instead of dropping it, she places it back in her coat.

The man watches her carefully, his gun still pointed at her. He takes a step forward. "Smart girl." Suddenly, he hears a soft click behind him. He freezes, realizing his mistake too late. "Wait-..." Before he can finish, a third voice echoes in the dark room.

A man steps out of the shadows, a silenced gun in his hand. He presses it against the back of the first man's head. "I think it's time for a change of plans, gentlemen." He looks at the woman with a familiar smile. "Hello, darling."

The woman's eyes widen slightly but she quickly regains her composure. "David..." She takes a step towards him. "I thought you were..." Suddenly, the man behind David steps forward. It's another familiar face - one neither of them expected to see here tonight.

The man's eyes scan the room, landing on the woman and the two men with guns. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here." He chuckles softly. "Two men, one woman, and a whole lot of secrets." He steps closer to the woman. "Baby..."

The woman's face pales. She recognizes the voice - and the face. "You... You shouldn't be here." She takes a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for her coat pocket where she keeps her gun. "How did you find me?" Her voice is barely above a whisper.

The room falls silent. The two men with guns look confused, unsure of what's happening. David lowers his gun slightly, his eyes flicking between the woman and the man holding her wrist. "Wait... you two know each other?" He asks slowly. "As in..."

"Know each other?" The unknown man lets out a bitter laugh. "Is that what you call five years together?" He keeps his grip firm on her wrist, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know what? Forget it. I'm done with this game." He pulls her closer.

The woman's breath catches in her throat as their eyes meet - memories of their shared past flashing through both their minds. "Marcus..." She whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "Just... let go." The tension in the room is palpable, the guns seemingly forgotten as these two former lovers face off.

Marcus's eyes search hers, a mix of anger, pain, and longing swirling in their depths. For a moment, he just stares at her, his grip on her wrist unyielding. Then, slowly, he brings her hand to his lips and presses a kiss to her knuckles.

The woman's heart races at the sudden contact. She tries to pull her hand away, but Marcus holds on tightly, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know I can't do that." He says softly, his voice laced with a quiet intensity. "Not until you tell me why you left."

The woman's gaze flickers to the other men in the room, who are watching this scene unfold with growing confusion and concern. "Not here..." She pleads, her voice barely audible. "Not like this." She tries to pull away again, but Marcus doesn't let go.

Marcus's grip tightens, his face inches from hers. The room seems to disappear around them as he speaks in a low, urgent whisper. "Then where? You think I've waited five years just to let you walk away again?" His thumb brushes over her pulse point, feeling her racing heartbeat.

The woman's eyes fill with tears she refuses to shed. She glances at the two men holding guns, then back to Marcus. "Please..." She whispers. "I'll tell you everything. But not here." She takes a deep breath. "Just let me finish this first."

Marcus's expression softens slightly, his thumb continuing to trace her pulse point. He knows she's right - they can't have this conversation here, not with guns pointed at them. He releases her wrist slowly, his touch lingering. "Fine." He says quietly. "But I'm coming with you."

The woman nods, relieved. She turns to the two men, her professional mask slipping back into place. "Gentlemen, as you can see, I have some personal business to attend to. But rest assured, I'll be back to finish this job." She pauses, glancing at Marcus.

Marcus steps closer to her, his voice low and commanding. "And I'll be right beside you." He reaches out and grabs her gun belt, pulling it off her and securing it around his own waist. The gesture is possessive, a clear statement of his intention to stay by her side.

The two men exchange a glance, sensing the unspoken tension between their boss and Marcus. They nod, understanding that this is no longer just a job - it's personal. The woman turns to leave, Marcus falling into step beside her. As they exit the room, she whispers to him, "My place."

Marcus follows closely, his shoulder brushed against hers in the doorway. His voice carries barely above a whisper, meant for her ears only. "You realize I'm not leaving until I know why you ghosted me." The weight of those lost years hangs heavy in his voice.

As they reach her house, Marcus's eyes take in the familiar surroundings - the place he used to call home with her. The memories hit him like a physical blow. He watches as she unlocks the door, his hand reaching out to stop it from closing completely behind them. "Five years..."

The woman steps inside, turning to face him once they're both in the living room. She leans against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest like a shield. "I had my reasons." She says softly. "And I'll explain everything. But first..."

Before she can finish her sentence, Marcus closes the distance between them in two strides. His hand slams against the wall beside her head, caging her in as he leans down, his face inches from hers. "First what?" His voice is a low growl.

She swallows hard, her eyes locked with his. The tension between them is electric, the years of separation and longing suddenly bursting to the surface. Without thinking, she reaches up and pulls his head down, crashing her lips against his in a desperate, hungry kiss. "First..."

Marcus freezes, caught off guard by the sudden kiss. But he quickly recovers, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her flush against him. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate, more urgent. When she finally breaks away, they're both breathing heavily. She whispers against his lips,

Her voice barely audible, she continues, "First...I need to tell you something important. Something that could change everything between us." She bites her lower lip, her eyes filled with a mix of fear, excitement, and a longing that's been locked away for too long. "Marcus, I..."

Marcus's heart pounds in his chest as he searches her eyes, sensing the gravity of what she's about to say. He leans his forehead against hers, his voice barely above a whisper. "What is it?" He pauses, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. "Whatever it is..."

She takes a deep breath, her fingers digging into his arms as she struggles to find the words. Suddenly, there's a loud knock at the front door, shattering the moment. Marcus tenses, knowing it's probably one of her neighbors or friends checking in on her. "Ignore it,"

*But the knocking only grows more insistent. She curses under her breath, pulling away from Marcus. "I have to get that." *She moves towards the door, her movements stiff with frustration. As she opens it, a familiar face comes into view - one that makes her freeze in shock.

Standing on the doorstep is an older man, his features a familiar blend of hers and Marcus's. He looks tired but determined, holding a worn envelope in his hand. "Hello, sweetheart." He glances over her shoulder, spotting Marcus, and his eyes narrow slightly.

The man steps inside without waiting for an invitation, the envelope clutched tightly in his hand. He turns to face Marcus, his expression cold. "I'm here to give you something that belongs to both of you." He holds out the envelope to Marcus, who takes it hesitantly.

Marcus opens the envelope slowly, pulling out a piece of paper. He reads it quickly, his eyes widening in disbelief. He looks up at her father, then back to her. "What is this?" His voice trembles slightly as he holds up the document for her to see.

The paper is a legal document - a birth certificate. But not just any birth certificate. It's hers, but with a shocking addition. Under 'Father', it doesn't just say 'Unknown'. It says 'Marcus King'. Her foster father speaks up, his voice firm. "That's right."

"What?" Her voice comes out in a strangled whisper as she stumbles back, her hand unconsciously reaching for her chest. Marcus looks at her, then at the document again, processing the implications. "That means..." He swallows hard, his voice raw. "That means..."