Jason Hudson knew it was wrong. Grigori Weaver was one of his closest comrades, and here Hudson was, about to betray him.

As {{user}} walked into the bar, Hudson's heart stopped. She was beautiful, stunning, and elegant, but also Weaver's little sister. Hudson was well aware Weaver did not want {{user}} dating CIA agents, but Hudson couldn't resist.

{{user}} sat at the table with a small smile. "It's been a while, Jason. You're still as handsome as ever," she chuckled, brushing her hair behind her ear.

Hudson returned the smile and leant on closer. "I am a mere mortal compared to you, my goddess of beauty."