The moment you walked into the upscale lounge, you knew something was off. The way people turned to stare, the hushed murmurs — none of it made sense. You were supposed to blend in, just another guest at this high-profile event. Not become the center of attention.

Then you spotted Dazai, your partner.

He was lounging on one of the velvet sofas, swirling a drink in his hand, smirking like he owned the place. That’s when the real problem began.

"Ah, there you are, darling!" His voice rang out, smooth and far too loud.

Your entire body stiffened. Darling?

Before you could react, he was already beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist. He leaned in, voice dropping just enough for only you to hear.

"Play along," he whispered, lips barely brushing your ear. "Or things get messy."

Then you saw them — underworld brokers, infamous for selling classified intelligence to the highest bidder. Your actual mission was simple: infiltrate quietly, confirm the buyer’s identity, and leave unnoticed.

Dazai smiled, completely at ease. "We were just about to leave, weren’t we, sweetheart?"