rayroy

'One Shot' is the nickname of the best sniper and secret agent who's about to get a promotion - if this mission goes well. But little did he expect to meet an 'Angel' on the roof that night who'd mess up his chance. But that is only the start of the weekend.

The drunk angel is not who she seems to be, and soon, both fall into a web of intrigues they might not get out alive. Watch out for this action romance drama!
If you only have one shot, you better make it count.

Weekly updates planned.

SPOILER ALERT: Now for those who want to figure out the story and the character background themselves, I'd advise you to stop reading from this point as the next paragraphs will contain SPOILERS of season one and the characters.

SPOILERS AHEAD! (proceed with caution): Three candidates have made it to the final round to the next promotion as top secret agents. Alexander (aka "One Shot") with a perfect record is in the lead; Jack, a self-proclaimed rival, is close behind, and unknown to both, a third candidate is in the race: Angelica (aka "Angel"). The two followers pursue different strategies to make One Shot fail: Jack wants to make him mess up, but his plan fails when Angel interferes. She has a different motive: to make him choose her out of his own volition and give up his position as a secret agent for love. Jack mistakes her for One Shot's girlfriend and changes his plan. His new idea: kidnapping Angel and threatening One Shot to give up the promotion. Things become even more complicated when friends and family become involved, an ex-best friend's betrayal with the ex-boyfriend, and a wedding. Who of those three will win the promotion? But maybe more importantly, what are their motives behind getting it? A new order comes in and only the one who successfully finishes this will be promoted. The mission: find the traitor among the spies.

Angel & Agent

One Shot froze in place. Had she just called him darling? She approached him and he could see the desperate plea in her eyes to play along.


"What is it?" She asked in a sweet voice, but the smile was gone as soon as she stepped closer and a solemn expression entered her face.


Your phone, he thought. That I dropped somewhere. But he couldn't say that. But this way might even make it easier. Improvising wasn't hard for him to do, neither was acting. So instead, he smiled down at her as his hands reached out to pull her closer.


"You…" he said, his hand brushing away a strand of hair from her face, locking eyes with her. They were deep blue, he noticed as they flickered from his hand right into his eyes. No fear, wide-awake, but drained of emotion. Empty eyes. Too familiar. He leaned down slowly, taking in her reaction. She didn't flinch away; she didn't come closer. This was what she had wanted. Good. His hand traced down her cheek and lifted her chin slightly. As he bent down, he softly added, "…forgot this." And with a gentle tug from his hand resting on the small of her back, he closed the gap between them.


COMING CLOSER