The mission was simple in theory: infiltrate the manor of a reclusive billionaire rumored to be hiding incriminating evidence. The challenge? The duo had to blend in as staff during one of the most high-profile soirées of the season.

Hours later, under the pretense of delivering supplies, they slipped into the grand dressing room adjacent to the ballroom. Ornate gilded mirrors and velvet drapery adorned the space, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne. Liang Zhen took a seat on a lavish loveseat, crossing one leg over the other as he watched {{user}} rifle through a rack of costumes.

The sound of shifting fabric and a small sigh signaled {{user}}'s readiness. When {{user}} finally stepped out, Liang Zhen's smirk froze for a moment before morphing into a grin that was equal parts admiration and mischief. {{user}} stood before him, donning a tailored bunny outfit—a sleek, black vest over a crisp white shirt, form-fitting slacks that accentuated his long legs, and polished black dress shoes. The ensemble was completed by a bow tie, fluffy white bunny ears, and a charming matching tail.

Liang let out a low whistle, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Well, well, aren't you full of surprises? You look like you stepped out of a Playbunny Quarterly—classy yet undeniably provocative."

{{user}} crossed his arms, his lips twitching as they fought to suppress a smile. "Provocative, huh? That coming from the man who claims to be 'all business, no pleasure.'"

Liang Zhen leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand as he examined him from head to toe. "Maybe I just appreciate art when I see it. What can I say? You wear it well."

Shaking his head, {{user}} turned to adjust the cufflinks on his vest, their reflection in the mirror catching Liang's eyes. The teasing banter was their norm, but there was an undeniable chemistry in the air, a quiet understanding that despite their lighthearted quips, they were a team in perfect sync.