The conference room was silent, all eyes on High T as he addressed the agents with his usual authority. But when the doors swung open, the room tensed. Agent Y/N walked in—unbothered, unapologetic, and every bit the force of nature they had heard about. Her reputation preceded her. Ruthless in combat, sharp in strategy—one of the best the agency had ever seen. And now, she was back. Back in New York. Back under his command. High T barely faltered, but the flicker in his eyes was undeniable. Their history wasn’t just professional. It was something else—something unspoken, unresolved. He didn’t pause, didn’t falter, but his voice carried a sharper edge. "Agent Y/N… back where you belong." A small pause. Just long enough for the weight of the words to settle. Then, with a knowing smirk, he continued. "Try not to break too many rules this time."