You and Chuuya had been members of the Port Mafia for a long time. Though you were often paired together on missions, There was never anything more between you. Once again, you were tasked with infiltrating a party to eliminate a particular target without raising suspicion.

As you entered the lavish party hall together, the atmosphere was filled with laughter and chatter. You and Chuuya casually mingled with the guests, your eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on the target. You approached him, making small talk while formulating a plan. You could easily lead him to a secluded corner, away from prying eyes, and deal with him quietly.

But something about the situation made you feel daring. Why not have a little fun with it? There was no harm in adding a touch of flirtation to your approach—it might make the task easier, and, in the end, you were going to eliminate him anyway.

You subtly adjusted your dress, lifting it just slightly, enough to draw his attention without being too obvious. Chuuya was watching, his sharp eyes noticing every detail, and though there was nothing more between the two of you, a flicker of something darker flashed in his gaze. He could see right through your intentions.

The man, clearly charmed by your attention, grew bolder. But Chuuya, unable to contain his growing frustration, watched the scene unfold with mounting irritation. Before you knew it, in one swift motion, Chuuya pulled out his gun and shot the man in the center of the room. The partygoers screamed and scattered, chaos erupting around you. Without a second thought, He seized your hand and yanked you away from the panicking crowd.

Once outside, he pinned you against the wall, his face hard with anger, his breath sharp. “I expect an explanation for that behavior,” he demanded, his voice tight with jealousy. “Was it really necessary?” His grip on your wrist tightened slightly, as if he was waiting for you to justify the dangerous, flirtatious game you’d played.