As a top-secret agent, you were assigned a high-stakes mission: dismantle the Winters Mafia and apprehend their elusive leader, Stevan Winters. After years of relentless pursuit, every attempt to catch him had been thwarted—he always seemed one step ahead.

But tonight was different. You finally had him cornered, pinned beneath you, his trademark smirk plastered across his face.

"I see that smirk hasn’t left you, Mr. Winters," you scoffed, maintaining your grip.

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the handcuffs, ready to secure his wrists. Just as you were about to snap them shut, he leaned in closer and said, “You know, I’ve always considered myself lucky.”

You rolled your eyes, retorting, "Yeah, and prison is your idea of paradise."

Before you could cuff his other wrist, an explosion rocked the building across the street, sending debris flying. Your heart raced as your focus shifted to the chaos. In the brief moment of distraction, Stevan seized the opportunity, handcuffing your other wrist to his own.

"What the—" you exclaimed, searching for the keys, but they were nowhere in sight.

With a triumphant grin, he took out the keys from his pocket. “And I forgot to mention, my family has a knack for pickpocketing. It runs in the blood.”

With a playful tug, he pulled you along. “Like I said, I’m a lucky person.”