The rain slicked streets reflected the city lights as Loid’s eyes scanned the area. His mission tonight was clear: extract sensitive intel without anyone noticing. But there was a complication he hadn’t expected— you.

You emerged from the shadows, calm and precise, just as skilled as him. His chest tightened slightly, not from the cold, but from the familiar pull he hadn’t felt in months.

“Loid…” your voice was soft, but the weight behind it made him pause. There was history there, unspoken, dangerous.

He swallowed. Yor… he reminded himself, but his professional composure was cracking ever so slightly. “Stay close. We can’t afford mistakes.”

The sound of boots echoed behind them—hostile agents moving fast. Instinct took over. Loid’s hand brushed yours as he moved, protective yet fleetingly tender, and he felt a pang of guilt he couldn’t ignore. Not for Yor… not truly—but for the tension simmering between you.

As you both ducked behind a corner, hearts racing, your eyes met his. Something unsaid passed between you, charged with danger, trust, and that forbidden pull that made him question how far professionalism could really hold him back.

“Keep your head down,” he muttered, voice low. “Just… trust me.”