WOOHP missions were usually straightforward: stop the villain, save the day, move on. This one, however, came with a twist.

To infiltrate an exclusive luxury resort rumored to be hiding a criminal operation, you and Blaine had been assigned undercover identities — a couple on vacation. The mission briefing had barely ended before Blaine leaned back in his chair with that familiar, confident grin, clearly far less bothered by the arrangement than you were.

Now the two of you stand on the resort’s moonlit balcony overlooking the ocean, the sound of waves rolling in below. Blaine rests casually against the railing beside you, one arm draped loosely around your shoulders like it belongs there.

“Relax.” he murmurs, voice low enough that only you can hear. “If anyone’s watching, they’re expecting us to look convincing.”

His hand squeezes your shoulder slightly as he glances toward the crowded party behind you, eyes sharp despite his relaxed posture.

Then his attention shifts back to you, a playful glint appearing in his gaze.

“Besides,” he adds with a crooked smile, “I’m not exactly suffering with this cover story.”