You had been paired with Enzo for this mission—long-term surveillance on a dangerous Yakuza syndicate. You thought it would be simple: gather intel, make reports, and keep your distance. But things took a turn when your targets started getting suspicious.

“A married couple, huh?” one of them had said, eyes sharp and calculating. “You two barely even look at each other.”

That’s when you realized—you weren’t selling the act well enough.

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“This is a disaster,” you muttered, pacing the length of the living room.

Enzo sat on the couch, legs spread, arms resting on the backrest like this was just another assignment. His sharp eyes followed you lazily, amusement flickering behind them.

“Relax, Honey,” he drawled, testing the pet name with a smirk.