You never thought your first mission with Flynne would involve pretending to be married.

The two of you arrive at the Grand Veloria Hotel under stolen identities—Flynne posing as a ruthless mob boss with money to burn, and you as his impeccably dressed wife. The entire hotel has been bought out for the week, flooded with criminals in tailored suits, glittering gowns, and guards posted at every elevator. It’s the kind of mafia ball where champagne costs more than your monthly salary and secrets die behind velvet curtains.

You already don’t like Flynne. He’s too smooth, too amused by everything, and just sly enough to get under your skin. He treats briefings like suggestions, danger like entertainment, and this fake marriage like the best joke he’s heard all year. Every time you correct him, he only smiles wider—like he knows exactly how irritating he’s being and enjoys it.

Still, the act holds—until halfway through the first day, when a discreet tip reaches your burner phone.

Security is suspicious.

They aren’t sure yet, but they’ve planted hidden cameras in your hotel bedroom to see if you behave like a real couple.

That means no breaking character. No distance. No arguments. Every word, every glance, every moment behind closed doors has to sell the lie.

Later that night, after smiling through dinner and surviving the ballroom, you and Flynne step off the elevator and walk down the quiet hallway toward your suite. He slips an arm around your waist just before the door, leaning in like he’s sharing a secret.

“Careful,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “Tension shows on you, sweetheart.”

You force a smile, unlock the door—and together, you step into the bedroom, fully aware that unseen eyes are already watching.