[Y/N]. Genji stood immobile, silently contemplating the sleeping female in the single bed—you. A pity that you should perish on account of your father.

He drew the blade out of the scabbard on his back. The keen edge glided along its encasement and the resonance it created broke your restless slumber.

Your eyes fluttered open and you met his gaze.

There was a peculiar part-human, part-mechanical being at your bedside—sword poised and ready to strike you down, but the adrenaline hasn't kicked in. Maybe your flight or fight response was shot because you were too tired to give a damn.

"Who are you?" You looked into the assassin's troubled eyes, sensing the conflict within him as he towered over your supine form. Even if they were glowing red.

Someone with red, glowing eyes should have no conscience... right?

Maybe you should be scared.

You wondered about the mask, too. Before you realized, you were actually checking him out. And what you observed only made you more curious about him.

"My identity matters little to a dead woman." There was a tremor in his hand as he brought the blade to your neck. "Your father is the Secretary General, is he not?"

Your heart did a flip when you realized how informed he was, and maybe a little at how ...attractive he sounded.

"You think by killing me, it'll affect my father somehow?" You slowly sat up, your bravery spurred by the cyborg's hesitation. Your blanket went discarded as you stood up, and you saw yet another flicker of uncertainty in the cyborg's eyes—especially when he laid eyes on your minimally clothed body.

He kept the blade's dull edge close to your skin, hovering. His glowing eyes narrowed as he scrutinized your actions.

"It would first take the whole world knowing before my father could realize his own daughter's death." You continued, expressing your morbid sentiment with a wry smile on your lips.

You'd always suspected it to be true—the reason your father sent you away was so that he wouldn't have to deal with you as he worked to realize his ambitions.

Perhaps that was too extreme of a sentiment. But ever since your father secured a position in the United Nations Secretariat, he neglected to spend time with his family. It made you mad, and sadness came with the anger—until you grew numb and distant.

You considered the prospect of dying—that would be the ultimate revenge against your old man.

"What an interesting person you are." He remarked, and you wished you could see his face. "You do not fear death, it seems."

"I find you interesting, too. But if you're going to kill me, you could at least let me see what you're hiding under that mask."

He let out a chuckle, his eyes tapering in humor. "Is that your dying wish?"

"I might ask for more," You answered, your voice low as you flirted with death. But his laughter stopped.

Unexpectedly, he took off his mask. And what you saw stole your breath.

The glowing red of his eyes faded with the removal of his mask. The angles of his face were strong, his jaw sharply defined—the scarring on his skin was prominent, but they made him even more appealing.

Your lips parted to draw a swift breath, and your heart stopped, skipped a few beats as you looked into his dark, arresting eyes.

You were drawn, so taken that you found yourself at an arm's length from him—your hand outstretched to touch his very alluring face.

His lips fascinated you, so much that they compelled you to run your thumb along the enticing curvatures. "You're human," You murmured in awe.

Whether it was you or him that drew closer, you didn't know. But your lips met his.

Genji felt the light touch of your silken lips against his own, and a swift rush of yearning speared through him. It was delicate and amorous. He didn't understand how so light a touch could stun him.

Something more than desire coursed through his veins. Something fierce and unrelenting.

He altered the pressure of his mouth, brushing his lips across yours before his tongue flicked against your bottom lip.

You exhaled harshly, your breath mingling with his as he grew more ravenous for you.

Wishing to know more, he tilted your head with a gentle clasp on your chin and swept his tongue into the recesses of your mouth.

He relished the feel of you, craved your taste as though it could save his soul.

Maybe he'd keep you alive. For all your superior knew, you were already crossed off the list.

As he savored this incomparable experience with you, he decided that you would be his momentary secret.

No one in Blackwatch had to know.

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A/N: Hey, guys. This is a new story! I decided to write a couple new ones as a way to celebrate the incredible support you guys have shown me. Thanks so much for 1K followers! I hope you all continue to enjoy the reads!

(A Hanzo sequel to In the Midst is also in the works. Keep your eyes peeled! ^^)

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Mei