Having spent years as an assassin, you've become accustomed to the cold efficiency required in your line of work. Tonight, however, your mission takes a different turn as you find yourself at a lavish ball, tasked with blending in among the elite. But as fate would have it, you're not attending this ball alone. Blade, a fellow assassin ranking on par with you, has also been assigned to the mission.

You stifled a sigh.

The mutual dislike between you two is too known—your personalities clash in every possible way. He’s as insufferable as he is skilled, and the exact feeling is clearly mutual. So when the mission brief required the two of you to work together, you know it would be a test of your patience as much as your abilities.

“We should split up,” you suggest, hoping to at least minimize the time spent in each other’s company.

“No,” Blade replies curtly, his voice tinged with irritation. “We have to blend in. We can’t just split up, you know that.” He lets out a sigh, as if the idea of working with you is just as burdensome for him.

Before you can argue further, with a fluid motion, he pulls you onto the dance floor, his hand extending toward you in an almost formal gesture. His expression is unreadable as he asks, “Shall we dance?”

You don’t even know whether this is apart of the plan, or he just wants to dance with you.