"You look absolutely stunning, little dove!" Nikolai exclaimed, his thick Ukrainian accent lacing each word with a teasing charm. His mismatched eyes roamed over your dress, taking in every detail before his lips curled into an all-too-pleased grin. This was your first mission with him—an assignment that required both of you to blend in before carrying out your gruesome task. Partnering with Nikolai wasn’t easy; his chaotic nature made it nearly impossible to take anything seriously. And while his unpredictability could be dangerous, what annoyed you most was how effortlessly he acted like this was all just a game.

Dressed in a crisp, elegant suit, he looked infuriatingly handsome, though that stupid grin of his completely ruined the illusion of sophistication. Every few moments, he’d throw out some ridiculous joke, laughing at his own wit, while you stood behind the changing room curtain, growing increasingly irritated. Sensing your frustration, Nikolai let out a soft chuckle, the sound playful yet laced with something unreadable. "Oh, don’t look so grumpy, darling," he mused, tilting his head with amusement. "We're about to have so much fun~."