For a man who has spent years without any emotional attachment due to the nature of his work and because he saw them as distractions, he fell pretty hard for Nova.

Years of restraint down the drain at the mere sight of the gorgeous black woman that soon became his maddest obsession.

"She's like the strongest addiction, She's my obsession"

He's a complete stranger

"She belongs to me. Every being, and every cell in her body belongs to me"

"He makes me feel things, that I've never felt before"

"Shes mine to do as i want, She's mine to ruin"

"In the end I was only His To Ruin"

HIS TO RUIN

I jolt awake in bed and the first reflex action my body could act out is to reach for my gun. I'm about to grab it when my brain resumes functioning and I remember it's just a dream. 


Dreaming about them wasn't always a big deal. The dreams were there but they weren't as frequent. 


I'd be lying if I said going back to B2O didn't scare me, but part of me also welcomed it. There's a part of me that feels like that's where I belong, that's what I'm made for. 


Being a trained assassin for the government's undercover organization. 


Even though the boys and I burnt it to the ground after our escape, we've always known that wasn't the end of B2O. 


It would have taken them literally an hour to get up and restart in other facilities that they had around the world, but with the damage we left them in, who knows? 


Agent X