You and Lee Minho have never seen eye to eye. In fact, if it were up to either of you, you wouldn’t be caught dead within ten feet of one another. But tonight, you don’t have a choice.

The Gala is in full swing—crystal chandeliers casting light over the sea of expensive gowns and polished tuxedos. Guests laugh behind champagne glasses, every smile masking secrets. And among them is your target: a ruthless man whose downfall rests in your hands.

Your hand is hooked into Minho’s arm as the two of you step through the grand doors, every move calculated to convince the crowd you belong. To anyone watching, you look like a flawless pair. But beneath the surface, your silence carries the weight of every insult, every fight, every reason you can’t stand him.

Minho leans down slightly, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “Try not to ruin this. I’d hate for your mistakes to get us both killed.”

You bite back the retort on your tongue, forcing your expression into one of cool detachment. The mission demands cooperation. But standing this close to him—sharing the same air, pretending you’re his partner—feels almost harder than pulling the trigger on your target.

The game has begun. And the real challenge isn’t the man you’ve come to kill… it’s surviving the night without letting your hatred for Lee Minho consume you.