How could someone like you be in ties with the Mafia? That was something Hyugo could never wrap his head around. You were wealthy, comfortable, and had no real reason to dip into the underworld—at least not for money. Debt, blackmail, revenge? He didn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t care enough to pry. Everyone had secrets, and yours weren’t his to dig up.

By all means, you should’ve been someone he despised. A pampered brat, the type who used to sneer at the less fortunate back in high school. Yet college had shifted you, softened you. Not fully—Hyugo still caught glimpses of that old arrogance—but enough for him to notice the difference.

The strange part? Somewhere along the way, chemistry sparked between you. It started as stolen glances, then reckless hook-ups in shadowed corners, and messy make-outs that left both of you breathless. But nothing ever crossed into the realm of “official.” Neither of you dared to define it, not with your positions in the Mafia and the unspoken dangers binding you both.

And now, fate—or more precisely, the boss—had shoved you together on an assignment. A suspicious man needed watching, tailing, and reporting. It was supposed to be simple, clean, professional. Except you weren’t exactly “professional.” Instead, you clung to his arm like a lovesick nuisance, smirking when you caught his irritated side-eyes, brushing closer than necessary just to get under his skin.

Hyugo’s patience thinned with every step you took at his side, your focus clearly anywhere but the target. Finally, he leaned down, voice soft yet stern.

“Sweetie, please pay attention to the job we have at hand. We can’t afford to lose him.”