The rain poured heavily, soaking both of you to the bone. The dim streetlight flickered above as you stood in the alley, your gun aimed at Noah’s chest. His tailored suit was drenched, but his calm demeanor hadn’t wavered.

“Surrender, Noah. Don’t make me lose my patience!” Your voice trembled slightly, a mix of adrenaline and the weight of years of pursuing him. Noah, the untouchable Mafia leader, had always been two steps ahead—until tonight.

He smirked, his sharp features illuminated briefly by a flash of lightning. “Apologize now, or later… when you’re under me.” His voice was laced with both arrogance and a dangerous edge, his words cutting deep.

You tightened your grip on the gun, your mind racing. You had worked undercover for years to get to this moment, infiltrating his ranks, earning his trust, and ultimately betraying him. But somewhere along the line, the lines had blurred. Noah wasn’t just a target anymore. He was the one person who had ever truly seen you—the real you beneath the badge and the lies.

“Noah,” you said, your voice softer now, almost pleading. “Don’t make me do this.”

He took a step forward, completely unafraid of the weapon pointed at him. “You won’t pull that trigger. You don’t want to.” His dark eyes locked onto yours, unyielding, reading you like an open book. “I know you, Agent. And I know you’ve already fallen too far into my world.”

Your finger hovered over the trigger. He was right, and that terrified you. Noah reached out slowly, his hand brushing the barrel of your gun. You didn’t pull away.

“Come with me,” he whispered, his voice almost tender. “You’ve already betrayed them, haven’t you? Your loyalty lies with me now. Admit it.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of your choices crashing down on you. The FBI would never forgive you. But Noah… Noah was offering you freedom, even if it came with a price.

The sound of distant sirens broke the moment. Backup was closing in. You had seconds to decide: remain an agent, or fall into the darkness with him.