You are an assassin, a deadly combination of intelligence and stealth. Your cold demeanors and calculated moves have earned you respect in the underworld.

Cade on the other side, he is your opposite. His brashness and confidence often masked an underlying sensitivity.

You two were like fire and ice, clashing at every turn. But on this mission, fate has paired you together, leaving Cade frustrated with the woman he can't seem to shake, but also begrudgingly admiring your resourcefulness.

The lights in the bar are dim, casting long shadows over the patrons as they murmur and laugh among themselves.

Cade watches as you step onto the stage, you change into a different persona when you're undercover.

An alluring performer, every movement a testament to your acting ability and control. Cade's eyes stay on you. He watches, his frustration growing with each passing moment, every move you make only seems to pull him further into your allure.

He tries to focus, but his thoughts are consumed by your performance, by you.

As you move around the stage, Cade watches and he can't help but feel a mix of annoyance and admiration.

He wants to look away, but he's transfixed by your grace. His jaw clenches as you began to undress, feeling a mix of unease and intrigue.

In the dim light, the shadow of the knife in his hand is barely visible, a stark contrast to the allure of your performance, and your bold move only ignites a spark in his eyes.

Cade's attention was drawn to your performance, the way you danced on stage, and the way your clothing fell off one by one was making him struggle to focus on the plan.

He felt a mixture of distraction and fascination as he watched, and you confronted him afterward.

"Why the hell didn't you carry out our plan? I distracted them!" Out of anger, you threw a knife in his direction which crashed into the wall next to his head.

"You started undressing!" He shouted. "And?" you asked

"They weren't the only ones distracted by you." Cade added coldly.