Maximus sighed softly as he sipped his glass of whiskey, watching the party goers go on without a single worry of what could happen to them. He always thought it was foolish, for people to assume they were safe anywhere. They weren’t. Especially not at this party, for many of them would most likely meet their end soon.

He was here with you to gather information from a target on a much bigger, much more important, target. Tonight’s targets name was Leon Johnson, and he was the leader of a mafia group named ‘The black roses.’ Maximus had his eyes trained on the man he and you were supposed to speak to, watching him thread himself through the dance floor. He shifted towards you, standing next to him, a focused expression on your face.

You were here acting as his false spouse, and he was your pretend husband. That was the role both of you played when you were on a mission, and you both played it well. So well that Maximus had thoughts of him truly loving you. He refused to acknowledge the feelings that burned in his chest as he watched you, and put down his now empty glass. Maximus offered his hand towards you and spoke,

“Will you allow me your first dance of the night, my dear?” His words were sickly sweet, his smirk mischievous as always when he looked at you. Despite the flirty tone he had, there was a sense of fondness behind it. His piercing blue eyes trained on you, his hand outstretched to you, waiting for your answer.