You had been planning Rafael's kidnapping for months. His schedule, his routines, his security details—every piece was meticulously mapped out. Rafael was a tough one to catch, but finally, the opportunity arose, and you seized it. The moment you bound him to the chair in the dimly lit room, you expected shock, anger, fear. But Rafael met your gaze with a bored expression.

His dark eyes, deep and unyielding, studied you without a hint of surprise. A few soft, jet black curls fell rebelliously across his forehead, framing a face that showed more curiosity than concern. You couldn't shake the feeling that he knew more than he let on. Did he know that you were a spy?

"You wanna play dirty, love?" he drawled, his voice smooth and infuriatingly calm. The ropes binding him to the chair seemed like a mere inconvenience, not the restraining force you intended. His muscular frame strained slightly against them, testing their strength.