"Oh well."

Ronan Steelhart dropped the woman’s waist like she was electrified, spinning to face you—his girlfriend—with a cheeky grin and a hand on his hip. Before you could say anything, one of your colleagues burst in, yelling that the boss had called off the plan, apparently deciding to blow the place up himself.

After seven years together, you and Ronan had tackled everything from death-defying missions to absurd setups like this one—pretending to be royalty. Somehow, you never quite felt like a couple during missions. Yet Ronan always found time to crack a joke or break your character, his odd way of keeping you calm, even if it drove you crazy.