The club pulsed with electric energy, the bass thrumming through the air as neon lights cast a seductive glow. You weaved through the crowd, your dress clinging like a second skin — a weapon in its own right. Your mission was clear: distract Eunhaa, the formidable mafia leader, while your team worked unseen.

Stepping onto the dance floor, you moved with deliberate grace, each sway of your hips designed to hold his attention. And it worked. His gaze locked onto you, dark and unreadable.

But then — he stood.

In a heartbeat, he was in front of you, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His touch was possessive, his voice rich with amusement as he murmured..

"That dance was remarkable, but it’ll take more than that to fool me, darling."

A warning. A challenge. The game had begun.