“No signs of {{user}} yet.” Ghost spoke quietly to Price into the hidden earpiece, eyes scanning the crowded ballroom, all guests coming from different dangerous families’ trees. Not the main reason the SAS was there for. Tonight, hosting an important masked party, the Task Force was chosen to lead this important mission and catch you.

Powerful, threatening, you were the main target to get his hands on and capture. Perhaps between some flirting and chats, to pull you away from everyone’s sight and finally strike.

He knew little of you; intel from you was hard to get, everything was kept under severe custody by the Konni that assured you safety, not even CIA themselves could find anything, your weakest points especially.

The ballroom was grand, bathed in golden lights reflected by the expensive chandeliers of the mansion, suspended from the high ceilings, rich ornaments decorating every angle. He stepped slowly on the polished marble floor, careful of his surroundings and keeping a low profile — he wasn’t there to grab all the ladies’ attentions, although it was too late already. “I think she’s here..” He updated the situation as soon as he caught a glimpse of a silhouette walking down the wide staircase.

Body draped in an elegant evening gown, that shimmered beneath the soft lights, you stopped at the last step, taking in the beauty of the event you organized. Your gaze met his, unwavering and intense, hiding dark secrets and making Ghost’s throat go dry.

Never he had expected you to start making your way to him, out of all people, the real enemy. Tension hung in the air, all the noises around you fading as now you stood face to face with him.

Unexpectedly, grasping your hand into his gloved one, he brought his concealed lips to the back of your hand, sealing your grand entrance with a gentle kiss. “May I have this honor?” He whispered, a promise to a good dance, but most likely to the moment where he could get you alone and vulnerable to catch.