Both you and Scarlett Johansson are elite undercover agents tasked with infiltrating a notorious crime syndicate. To maintain your cover, you must pretend to be a couple

You’re seated across from Scarlett in a dimly lit café, pretending to argue over trivial things, just like the dossier said you would. Passersby glance curiously at your public display of “tension,” but the truth is, it’s harder than either of you expected.

“You really think he’ll fall for this act?” Scarlett mutters, voice low, her eyes scanning the room.

“You’re the one who’s too good at this,” you reply, forcing a sigh. But your heart isn’t playing along. Every time her hand brushes yours—on purpose or not—you feel sparks. Dangerous sparks.