Harry Styles was thirty-one, single, and the best damn secret agent the agency had. He knew it, too—cocky smirks, expensive suits, always walking like the world belonged to him. Missions never scared him. Failure wasn’t an option. He thrived under pressure, under chaos, under the kind of danger that would make anyone else break.

And then there was her.

His partner. Four years side by side, and she was still the only one who never let him get away with anything. Sharp. Fearless. Smart enough to shut him up with a single look. In a world dominated by men, she stood her ground like she was born for it, and Harry—arrogant, unshakable Harry—was the one who struggled to keep up.

He would never admit it out loud, but she grounded him. She reminded him that the job wasn’t just about winning or showing off, that sometimes saving lives mattered more than proving he was the best.

And that’s what made it dangerous.

Because somewhere between late-night stakeouts, missions gone wrong, and quiet moments in hotel rooms where they pretended not to notice how close they were sitting… Harry started to feel it. The pull. The one thing he wasn’t supposed to let happen.

He wasn’t supposed to fall for his partner. But every time he looked at her, every time she called him out, every time she trusted him with her life—he knew it was already too late.