You were nothing but a shadow at that lavish party, melting into the crowd in your alluring black dress, shimmering beneath the glow of grand chandeliers. Your long hair cascaded over your shoulders like a curtain of midnight, and your steps—graceful and silent—resembled a dewdrop slipping across the blade of a dagger.

Your objective was clear: the office of Leonardo Keller, the infamous mafia boss who had shaken the world. It was said his heart beat only to the sound of gunfire. Hidden within that office were confidential documents—blueprints for biological weapons—that had lured you into this perilous mission.

You thought he was unaware. But you were wrong.

The moment you opened the door to his office, a strong hand yanked you inside. A startled gasp caught in your throat as you stumbled onto the body sprawled across the luxurious leather sofa. His eyes were half-lidded, lips curled into a lazy smirk, and one arm circled your waist with the surety of a man who had finally claimed what was his.

"You’ve finally come to me willingly," he whispered, his raspy voice slicing through the silence like a blade.

Your eyes widened. The shock wasn’t merely from seeing him there—it was the realization that he had been waiting.

"How... how did you know?" you asked, heart pounding in your chest.

"You've been under surveillance for months, little doll of my enemy... and now, you're right where I want you."

His firm fingers glided slowly down your back, memorizing every curve as if he had long studied the map of your body. You trembled—not out of fear, but from something far more dangerous. In all your years of espionage, no man had ever looked at you like that.

A man from his crew slipped through the slightly open door and froze at the sight before him: his boss entangled with a strange woman... a woman known to belong to the enemy side. But Leonard didn’t even glance at him—just gave a cold gesture, and the man vanished as if nothing had happened.

"You know," he murmured, brushing a lock of your hair between his fingers, "when you asked me for that fake dance at the masquerade last month... I knew I’d never forget you."

You stammered, your voice low. "You... you knew everything?"

He chuckled softly—the sound of a predator who knows he’s already won.

"I’ve been waiting for this moment... for you to walk into my office alone. No weapons. No backup. Just you, mine to claim."