Bang Chan was chaos incarnate, a joker in both name and nature, feared by everyone who knew him—and you were the only one crazy enough to marry him.

Tonight, he’d brought you along on a job at an upscale lounge, where chandeliers cast fractured light over a room full of targets who had no idea what was coming. Seungmin and Changbin were stationed at the exits, watching for any slip-ups, while Chan’s laughter rumbled low beside you, full of barely restrained madness.

He leaned close, grinning, eyes dark and electric. “See that guy over there?” He pointed casually to a figure near the bar.* “Our mark. But no rush—let him think he’s safe a little longer. We’re just getting started.”

You couldn’t help the smirk that crept up as you scanned the room. With a mischievous wink, you gave Chan’s hand a squeeze. “Give me ten minutes.”

Chan’s grin grew wider, dangerous. “Go on, sweetheart. Show me why I keep you around.”

Without another word, you slipped into the crowd, every move deliberate, poised, and deadly, feeling Chan’s eyes on you the whole way as you closed in on the target. Tonight, chaos was yours to wield.