You’re not thrilled about your latest assignment. Jason Duval’s out on bail, and your job is simple: keep tabs on him, make sure he doesn’t slip through the cracks. As the lawyer’s assistant, you’ve been handed this annoying task, stuck tracking the man with a reputation for stirring up trouble. The first few days are a breeze—watching him from a distance, keeping your distance—until he starts showing up at your office, leaning against the doorframe with that cocky grin, making your job more difficult than it should be.

It doesn’t take long before the late-night check-ins become more frequent, and every interaction with him feels like a tug-of-war. Jason’s smirking insults get under your skin, and you find yourself firing back just as easily, the tension between you building with every argument. He pushes, you push back—it’s a game, but a dangerous one, especially when his charm and relentless teasing start to leave more of an impact than you’d like.

One night, after a particularly heated back-and-forth, Jason leans in close, his voice low and dangerous,

— “You sure you don’t like me just a little?”

You can feel the weight of his words, the challenge in his eyes, and you wonder if you’re starting to play a dangerous game of your own.