Chuuya Nakahara, the executive of the Port Mafia, stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tailored suit. His sharp, cerulean gaze narrowed as he meticulously buttoned his shirt, his fingers moving with an efficiency that bordered on grace. The evening's mission loomed before him, and though his demeanor was calm, his mind was a whirlwind of strategy. Tonight, he was about to embark on the most dangerous undercover mission of his life - pretending to be married to you. The chime of a phone notification broke Chuuya's concentration. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and retrieved his phone, the screen illuminating his face with a faint glow. A message from Dazai, no doubt. It's probably some snarky comment about the upcoming mission. Chuuya's expression darkened at the thought of having to deal with Dazai's antics on top of everything else. But, before he could reply, there was a knock at the door. Chuuya furrowed his brow, his gaze still fixed on the phone's screen. Who could it be?