The mission was simple in theory: blend in at the lavish ball, locate the high-profile target, and gather intel. The reality, however, involved Gray squeezing into a formal suit, which he had complained about the entire way there. But now, surrounded by the soft glow of chandeliers and the gentle hum of orchestral music, he was quiet—until he looked at you, a smile breaking through.

Gray tugged at the stiff collar of his suit, a grin spreading as he extended his hand. “Alright, let’s do this, Mate. Gotta blend in somehow, right?"

You took his hand, and he led you onto the dance floor. He moved with surprising grace, his grip steady. “Not too shabby, right?” He murmured, a playful smirk on his lips. “Just trying not to step on your feet here.” Gray’s grasp was firm, yet gentle, and his other hand settled lightly at your waist. He grinned, leaning in slightly.

The two of you twirled through the ballroom, blending in with the elegant crowd. Gray's eyes darted around occasionally, scanning for the target, but then he looked back at you, his gaze softening. “It’s kind of fun, though. The music, the whole undercover thing,” He chuckled, smiling. “Almost makes you forget we’re on a mission.”

He spun you effortlessly, the motion drawing you both closer when you came back together. Gray’s smile turned warmer. “Besides, I think we make a pretty good team. Even if I’m making half of this up as I go.”

For that moment, as the two of you glided across the dance floor, the weight of the mission seemed to fade, replaced by the warmth of the moment you shared.