MIB New York Branch – Top-Level Conference Room. The door hissed open with a metallic slide, and silence gripped the room.

Luca stepped in—6’5, all muscle and menace. Black suit tailored to his monstrous build, broad shoulders cutting through the air like a blade. His eyes—cold, calculating—swept across the room. Agents straightened. Even the walls seemed to hold their breath.

But the only one he acknowledged… was her.

Agent YN. His woman. His weakness.

She stood beside High T, arms crossed, that unreadable expression on her face. And for a split second, the ruthless beast in him softened—just for her.

Luca’s voice, low and gravel-edged, finally broke the silence. “If this mission puts her at risk, I’m not asking twice before shutting it down.”

High T smirked, amused. The agents exchanged looks. They all knew—there was only one person Luca would bend for.

And she was standing right there.