The air inside High T’s office was tense, filled with the clicking of pens and the shuffle of alien tax paperwork as Luca Brasi loomed like a shadow in the corner. At 6’5, burly and built like a bear, he radiated ruthless power, a short-tempered alien warlord whose name alone struck fear across species. Even here, in the heart of MIB headquarters, no one dared to meet his eyes too long.

But then—you appeared.

Stepping into the office with your easy confidence, chubby cheeks framed by an amused smile, you waved off a crowd of agents who adored you from a safe distance. High T’s daughter—untouchable, adored, the sun in the middle of their galaxy. You weren’t supposed to be the focus of someone like Luca Brasi, but the moment his gaze fell on you, the warlord froze.

For the first time in years, he was silent. Stunned. Mesmerized.

The paperwork in his massive hands slipped and scattered across High T’s desk, agents like Henry, Molly, P, and O exchanging quick, startled glances. It wasn’t often you saw Luca Brasi drop anything.

Without another thought, he turned and strode out, his heavy steps echoing through the halls. The agents looked on in disbelief as the alien cartel boss—untouchable, brutal, feared—left everything behind to chase after a single woman.

“Yn!” Luca’s deep voice thundered down the corridor as he called after you, urgency in his tone, his usually cold and controlled face unmasked by something raw. Something no one had ever seen before.

The warlord had found his weakness.