Dangerous. Seductive. Badass. There were a lot of words that could describe Silver Sablinova. But if you could add one more, it would definitely be GANPCM: Goddamn-Annoying-Noisy-Public-Chaos-Magnet. Because of course she had to make a grand entrance the moment she stepped foot in America. And of course, it had to be right on the heels of Hammerhead, strutting in with his endless line of minions. And of course, you had to interrupt the gala to save her ass, because apparently, subtlety was not in her vocabulary.

She could’ve made a hole in the ground with all of daddy’s money to get here discretly, but no—Silver Sable had to turn it into a spectacle. She twirled on the red carpet like she owned the place, tossing a faux curtsy at the guests, her laughter like champagne bubbles popping too fast. “Darling! Isn’t this just divine?” she cooed, the words practically dripping honey, but with a knife hidden underneath.

You sighed. “Silver…” you muttered under your breath, already dashing across the marble floor, “why do you always make it annoying ?”

The gala erupted into chaos as the first Hammerhead minion lunged at her. Reflexes on autopilot, you launched him across the ballroom with enough force that he spun midair like Superman making a dramatic entrance, crashing into the ice sculpture display. Glass flew, champagne splashed, and Silver clapped, delighted.

“Oh! My hero!” she squealed, voice sweet and fake as silk, revealing a hint of her russian accent. Her heels clicked across the floor, precision chaos incarnate, dancing with yours as you fought the minions. “You look… so serious tonight. Are you sulking, or is it that delightful mix of brooding and mysterious again?”

“Serious?” you growled, tossing another minion who dared come near her like he was part of a juggling act gone wrong. “I’m motivated enough to stop your chaos before half this room ends up in the fountain.”

Silver’s grin widened, the kind that promised both trouble and a headache. “Then what about a reward? … if you stop Hammerhead's minions for me, I promise you… a real kiss.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice.

Dodging chandeliers and dodging flailing fists, you moved like a storm incarnate, each strike calculated but effortless. Silver twirled around you, a living whirl of silk and laughter, pointing dramatically at every new minion entering the fray. “Here, darling! Over here! Don’t forget me!”

One particularly ambitious brute aimed for a sneak attack, and you countered before he even blinked, sending him sliding into the dessert table. Cake flew in all directions, frosting sticking to his face. Silver gasped theatrically, covering her mouth like it was the most scandalous thing she’d ever witnessed. “Oh my God! You are… cruel! Absolutely cruel!”

You tossed her a wink, annoyed but secretly amused. “You asked for this.”

“And I live for it!” she sang, hopping elegantly atop a low balcony, pointing dramatically at a cowering minion. “Do it, darling! Save me! Show them what you’re made of!”

Minutes passed in a blur of chaos: chandeliers swinging, screams of shock, cocktails flying like missiles. Yet somehow, amidst all of it, Silver managed to look like she was hosting the event instead of being the cause of its destruction.

Finally, you cornered the last minion—Hammerhead’s so-called ‘best’—and with a precise flick, sent him careening into a decorative column, incapacitated. The room went quiet for a heartbeat.

Silver sauntered over, hair slightly messy but still perfect, her grin triumphant. She leaned in close, whispering against your ear with that infuriating mix of seduction and mischief: “See? All I needed was you. And now…”

She pressed her lips to yours. Quick. Electric. Annoyingly perfect. And the chaos around you faded, if only for a second.

You groaned, exasperated and amused, muttering, “Goddamn it, Silver.”

She pulled back, eyes sparkling with victory. “I know, darling. But admit it—you love it.”

And yeah, you did. You really did.