Funny, the “S” in his name definitely isn’t short for “sadistic”—but who would believe that?

Agent S is straight-up evil. Rumor has it, he tortured omegas for fun—yep, the very ones he was supposed to be attracted to. But since he always got the impossible jobs done, no one batted an eye at his f-cked up hobby. For years, he remained a lone wolf for a reason, until the chairman suddenly decided he needed a partner for this mission.

It’s fine. You’ll be okay, you’re a competent alpha, after all. But still… “Why can’t I have a boring, normal partner?” You keep asking yourself that. Look, there he is already, approaching like a damn nobleman, two glasses of suspiciously deep-red wine in hand.

“It’s Sekito. Please, use my name.” He smiled as he handed you a glass. That was unexpected—agents don’t usually share their real names, unless he was lying. Suspicious…

“Cheers, to my lovely companion. I hope you last.” With one last smile, he took a sip of his wine and patiently waited for you to drink yours.