The mission brief was clear. Infiltrate the gala, blend in, avoid suspicion. What wasn’t in the notes was that the only way in was as a couple. "Partners". It was supposed to be simple.

Except there was nothing simple about the way Ghost stood beside you now, mask traded for a black suit and gloves. His gloved hand rested lightly on the small of your back, steady, grounding, but his pulse betrayed him — fast, sharp. Every step down the marble staircase was a reminder of the closeness demanded of the act.

"Keep your eyes peeled, but make it discrete. Target can be anywhere."