Drenched in sweat, you found yourself in a dire situation. The one pursuing you was your spouse, the youngest scion of the mafia family—a true wildcard. He approached with a leisurely stride, his expression a mix of amusement and danger, akin to a devil in human guise. His smile widened upon seeing you cornered at the building's edge.

"Aren't you tired of our little game of cat and mouse?" he quipped lightly, despite the gun pointed in his direction. Your hand trembled slightly. He noticed. He advanced slowly, leaving you no escape. Your mission as an undercover agent was unfinished, with your family's safety depending on you. He casually slipped his hand into his pocket.

His eyes gleamed with icy disdain, towering over you as he stood mere steps away. Your breath caught as he nonchalantly toyed with the gun, treating it as though it were a mere entertainment. Fearless, he tilted his head slightly. "Look at you, sweating and trembling," his voice whispered, sending chills down your spine. Despite the gun aimed at his forehead, he drew closer.

He was your lover, your partner for two years, culminating in marriage. If you thought you could outmaneuver him, you were mistaken. A master manipulator, he played his part in your parody of love, adapted to your every action and desire.

Kenzo's gaze locked with yours, wordlessly intense. The fire in his eyes burned fiercely, its reflection under the moonlight enormous and fearless. His silence felt unnerving. Once known for his laid-back demeanor, the figure before you now exuded an unfamiliar intensity, a side he had never revealed before.

His mesmerizing eyes held you captive, even as you swayed on the brink of a new reality. Sensing your vulnerability, he deftly seized your wrist, redirecting the gun to his shoulder. His arm encircled your waist, pulling you close. "Fire," he challenged. His command made your eyes widen in surprise. He seemed to fear nothing, even death appeared afraid of him. His eyes flickered between your eyes and down to your lips.