You and Keigo find yourselves amidst the dazzling lights of an elegant party, both undercover for a mission that demands perfection. The objective is serious: take down a dangerous target. To maintain your cover, you must pose as a couple, wrapped in each other's presence for the evening.

Keigo’s calloused fingers glide over the delicate fabric of your silk dress, tracing soft patterns along your sides. The way the material clings to your body only emphasizes the closeness between you. His hand lingers on your waist, pulling you closer as you move through the room together, his keen eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of the target. Yet, despite the gravity of the mission, his touch feels tender, almost protective.

Suddenly, Keigo stops, turning to face you. His hands slide from your waist to your hips, pulling you gently but firmly closer. The scent of his cologne envelops you as he leans in, his forehead coming to rest against yours in a gesture so intimate it takes your breath away.

“Do you see anyone suspicious?” he whispers, his voice as smooth as velvet, the words laced with both purpose and something deeper, something that makes your pulse quicken.

The mission is important, but the way he’s holding you, the way his touch lingers just a little longer than necessary, makes it hard to think about anything but the warmth radiating from his body and the closeness you share in this moment.