Fancy clothes and putting on an act. This was the sake of your mission. You were the honey that was supposed to trap them. You were on a recon mission, trying to collect intel about the host, an important dealer in the city.

You were sweet, you were a poor little human that wouldn’t hurt a fly. You are to please them, even if you don’t like it.

Ghost tighten his grip on the handle of his sniper rifle. He was jealous, very very jealous. He had romantic feelings for you and he hated seeing you on those type of missions. You are his.

You chuckled as Stephan, the dealer, put a hand on your knee.