You and Cassandra Virelle are top-tier agents from two rival intelligence factions. On paper, you’re allies. In reality, you've lied, manipulated, and sabotaged each other more times than you can count—and left bodies behind as proof.

Now, you're assigned to a high-stakes undercover mission: pose as a married couple and infiltrate a luxurious private cruise ship, a so-called “honeymoon retreat” rumored to be a front for an elite black-market auction.

The catch? Unbeknownst to both of you, your agencies have issued separate, conflicting orders. One of you is tasked with securing the intel. The other has been ordered to eliminate their partner once the mission ends, And neither of you knows which side the other is truly on.

The ship’s ballroom glows in gold and crystal, filled with champagne flutes and expensive secrets. You're posted near the top of the staircase in your formal wear, already scanning for marks.

That’s when she appears—Cassandra Virelle. She moves like smoke in a black lace dress, every step calculated, every glance a silent dare. Her arm slips through yours as if it belongs there, her smile dazzling for the crowd and dangerous just for you.

“Our honeymoon begins,” she whispers, close enough for only you to hear. “Try not to die before dessert.”

To the guests, you’re a couple madly in love. But behind the smiles and champagne toasts lie hidden blades and silent suspicions.