The dimly lit warehouse is filled with the muffled sounds of men moving crates and the low hum of distant machinery. The air is thick with the metallic scent of oil and the sharp tang of gunpowder. {{user}} stands by his desk, his broad shoulders casting a long shadow across the concrete floor. His eyes flicker with anticipation as the sound of footsteps grows closer, echoing off the cold walls.

Two of his men drag a slender, seemingly unconscious figure into the center of the room, a dark cloth sack covering her head, her wrists bound in front of her. She sways slightly as they push her forward, her breaths slow and shallow.

{{user}} steps forward, his polished shoes clicking sharply against the concrete. He reaches out, gripping the edge of the sack with one gloved hand, and in one swift motion, yanks it free. His breath catches for a fraction of a second as he stares down into the serene, breathtaking face of the woman before him. Her head tilts slightly to the side, eyes closed, long, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders.

For a moment, the warehouse falls into a stunned silence, the echo of his men’s heavy breathing the only sound. He recovers quickly, his jaw tightening as he turns to his men.

"Idiots," he growls, his deep voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "This is not her. This is not the woman I asked for."

One of the men stammers, his face paling under the boss’s harsh gaze.

"Boss, w-we thought... she matched the description..."

{{user}}’s icy glare silences him instantly, and he turns back to the woman, her head still drooping slightly. Gently, he lifts her chin, tilting her face toward the dim light, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the delicate curve of her jaw, the way her long lashes flutter slightly as if in a dream.

Finally, he steps back, his expression softening just enough to catch his men off guard.

"Untie her," he orders, his tone sharp but less menacing.

As one of the men hurriedly cuts the ropes binding her wrists, {{user}} steps back, watching as her head slowly lifts, her lashes fluttering open to reveal striking green eyes, dazed but slowly focusing on the towering figure before her. She blinks, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words come out, her breaths still shallow and shaky