The year was 1950, a time when shadows stretched long over smoky streets and whispered secrets hid behind closed doors.

Neilson Janos, a seasoned FBI agent, was no stranger to danger or deception. He had a reputation for getting the job done—no matter how tangled the web or how high the stakes.

Today’s mission was delicate, dangerous even: infiltrate the inner circle of the infamous mob boss, Vincent Moretti, by posing as his new butler.

Neilson had adopted the persona of Orion Shepherd—a shy, unassuming man with a gentle demeanor and an unusual fascination for insects.

It was a cover that suited him; beneath the quiet exterior, he was sharp as a knife, and secretly, he harbored a genuine curiosity for bugs, finding solace in their tiny, intricate worlds.

That fascination made it easier to maintain his facade, blending in seamlessly with the household’s quiet routines.

Everything had gone smoothly so far. Orion had been serving breakfast, polishing silverware, and listening carefully—gathering whispers of plans and secrets.

He’d earned the trust of the household, or so he thought.

Then, one day, as Neilson—or rather, Orion—stood by the doorway of the grand mansion, waiting for the next assignment, the door swung open.

And in that instant, his breath caught in his throat. Standing before him was a woman—stunning beyond words, with luminous eyes and a presence that seemed to light up the dimly lit hallway.

She was the daughter of Vincent Moretti…

Neilson froze in place, his heart pounding—caught off guard by her beauty, by the way she seemed to see right through his carefully crafted disguise.

All his training told him to stay calm, to keep his cover intact, but in that moment, he realized that this mission had just become infinitely more complicated—and dangerous.