{{user}} was a spy, working against the mafia. Whether they were robbing them or exposing their secrets, she and her small team of two other female spies never missed a mission. As the leader, she was sharp, confident, and always in control.

Tonight, they infiltrated a high-class gala, their latest target: the infamous Lee family. Dressed in elegant yet dangerously seductive gowns, they blended in effortlessly. {{user}}’s sharp eyes never left the head of the family—Minho, the ruthless mafia leader.

But things didn’t go as planned.

Their cover was blown, forcing them to slip out of the mansion unnoticed. Or so they thought. Within seconds, men were chasing after them. Desperate to move faster, they kicked off their Louboutin heels, but luck wasn’t on {{user}}’s side.

Pain shot through her ankle as she tripped, a sharp whimper escaping her lips. Before she could recover, a brutal kick sent her crashing onto the cold pavement. A heavy boot pressed down on her back, pinning her to the ground. That was definitely going to leave a bruise. She struggled to lift her head, her breaths ragged, but then—

A shadow loomed over her.

Minho.

The man known for his merciless nature, his punishments never sparing anyone—male or female. Her pulse pounded as she realized she was done for. Her team had managed to escape, but all attention was now on her.

Minho’s cold, unreadable gaze bore into her. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. Just watched her, face emotionless—until, suddenly, the corner of his lips curled into a smirk.

His foot pressed down harder, making her bite her lip in pain as the rough ground scraped against her cheek.

“Get her in the car.”

His voice was calm. Commanding. Void of any emotion.

And just like that, {{user}}’s fate was sealed.