A mission to get Intel from rivals lead to you and Graves faking lovers. The matching rings settled on your finger, the shine almost fake.

The place was crowded, music loud. Some made attempts to hit on you despite the ‘ring’. Graves came up behind you, he saw your look, a hand around your waist.

His head dipped down to your ear, as if whispering nothings. Instead, he said “Follow my lead, don’t mind me.” And you two were on the dance floor, his hands on you.