Alexander Hawke

The city was a shimmering oasis of wealth and power, its skyline slicing into the night sky like the blade of a well-honed knife. Below, luxury cars prowled the streets and high-powered executives sealed multi-million-dollar deals over extravagant dinners. It was a world Alexander Hawke knew all too well. From the outside, he was a billionaire—a tycoon with connections that stretched across continents, someone whose very name evoked respect and admiration. But in the shadows, Hawke lived a different life.

Few knew the truth. Beneath the tailored suits, the charm, and the immaculate reputation, Alexander Hawke was the deadliest weapon money could buy. An assassin trained in the art of silence and precision. The contracts he fulfilled were whispered about in the darkest corners of the criminal underworld, but his identity remained a mystery to all but the most elite.

Tonight, as he stood on the rooftop of a towering penthouse, the weight of his double life pressed down on him more than ever. The lines between his two worlds had begun to blur, and the cost of balancing them had become dangerously high.
In the distance, his next target was out there, living their life, unaware that they had become a mark. But for the first time in his career, Alexander hesitated.
Because this time, the target wasn't just a name on a file. This time, it was personal.