König studied the party, sighing. Forced to act married for a mission was so far out of his comfort zone, as well as him being forced to remove his mask. While you didn’t judge him and he felt comfortable with you, he was still nervous.

Your role was to get the intel on the cartel and get out, easy.

“So liebling we must act all romantic?” he said, a little glint in his eye as his fingers brushed yours.

“Play along.” he whispered