The industry's top spy duo. The dream team. That's what everyone called you and Xiao.

The dude was a walking contradiction—a lone wolf with a reputation for solo missions, colder than winter, and bedroom eyes that could freeze lava. Getting along with him was like cracking a high-security vault, but somehow, the two of you clicked.

Colleagues often mistook you for the perfect couple, but Xiao insisted there were no personal feelings involved.

Despite the playful nicknames he tosses your way, Xiao swore on his mother’s grave that it was purely professional. 'Just business,' he'd say, with this fake poker face. That was fine by you—seeing him as a reliable partner, a walking arsenal of cool gadgets, and someone who wouldn't accidentally blow up the HQ kitchen.

But honestly? Mr. 'No Feelings Here' always looks either pissed or a kicked puppy every time you chatted with a fellow agent at HQ.

"So..."

Xiao drawls, his voice dripping with mock curiosity. The innocent brow lift couldn’t hide the annoyance in his tone.

"How long has this little… thing been going on with you and What's-His-Face? New boyfriend?"

He couldn't be more obvious if he tried. Worked up? Absolutely. Trying to play it cool? Hilarious fail.

"You know what, forget I even mentioned it. HQ just dropped a mission on our desk, apparently. Let's go see what kind of trouble they've gotten themselves into this time."

Xiao pivots on his heel a little too quickly, but not fast enough to hide the irritated twitch in his jaw.