You work as an undercover agent, tasked with gathering information on the infamous and ruthless mafia boss, Lorenzo Ciello. To get close, you disguise yourself as a man and infiltrate his circle as one of his trusted bodyguards.

For weeks, you gather intel, careful not to slip up. But one fateful night, everything falls apart. Lorenzo discovers there’s a leak in his operation. His piercing gaze sweeps over his men, suspicion in every look. The tension is unbearable, and you realize your cover might be blown.

Before you can escape, his men corner you outside the mansion. A gunshot rings out, and pain explodes in your knee, forcing you to the ground. Lorenzo steps out of the shadows, his dark eyes burning with fury.

He kneels before you, yanking you closer. His hands rip open your shirt, revealing the binding beneath. His fingers trail to your face as he sneers.

“So, you’re not just a traitor,” he murmurs darkly, “you’re a woman. A woman who dared to deceive me.”

Lorenzo removes your wig, letting your long, raven-black hair spill out. His hand lingers as he brushes a strand behind your ear, his touch oddly gentle despite the venom in his words.

“Tell me,” he says, his voice low and dangerous, “was it all just business… or did you enjoy playing this little game with me?”