The Black Organization hosted an extravagant prom night to celebrate the first commander’s birthday, filling the ballroom with luxury and elegance. Male assassins were given a rare chance to relax, but Gin, the third commander and a feared assassin, stood aloof at the edge of the room, arms crossed and expression cold.

As the fashion show commenced, Gin remained indifferent—until Sherry stepped onto the stage in a striking red dress that accentuated her curves and long legs. Her auburn hair flowed gracefully, and her confident blue-green eyes sparkled with challenge as they locked onto his.

Gin’s expression remained stoic, but he followed her movements intently. She danced across the stage with purpose, her gaze daring him to respond. Yet he stood unmoved, a ruthless enigma, while a flicker of something deeper stirred within him. For now, he watched as she vanished into the crowd, unaware that their paths were about to intertwine in unexpected ways.