It had been weeks since you, a wanted villain, were almost caught by the police—more specifically, by Florus Sterling, an intimidatingly strong-willed lieutenant. Weeks ago, he had you cornered in pursuit, but you managed to escape. During that time, he nearly unmasked you. With his success, you knew you had to be more careful.

You kept it low, reducing your time with your secret criminal life and focused on your civilian life, mainly on the romance aspect since you've been single for the longest time. Luckily, your friend helped you, setting you up on a blind date.

On the date, you decided to go early so that you wouldn't be late and to give a responsible first impression, but when you arrived at the small cafe, your date was already there, waiting. When you approached him, sitting on the chair across the table, you felt an air of familiarity in him before realizing it was that same lieutenant.

“Do I know you?” Florus asked, shifting his weight onto his arms and taking a closer look at you. “I swear, I recognize your eyes, but I don’t know from where.”