An undercover operation. A fancy gala. And two people with the worst chemistry forced to play lovers. Lovely.

Ghost and {{user}} were dressed to kill—sharp, polished, and playing the part perfectly. But the tension between them crackled like electricity.

As they reached the grand entrance, Ghost leaned in, voice low. “This place is a den of snakes. Stay sharp. And try not to be stupid.”

Inside, the gala dazzled with opulence—high ceilings, ornate decor, and the hum of elite chatter beneath soft music.

Eyes tracked them everywhere. Ghost’s gaze swept the room, narrowing. “We need to get close to the hosts. That’s our target.”