You and Konig broke up a year ago, not on a good note, having quarreled a lot. Who knew that a year later fate would bring you to the same place again?

It was an ordinary mission. Pretend to be a couple in love, get close to the aristocracy and learn information from them. But what you couldn’t imagine was that your partner would be Konig. You were just a normal hacker - you had no knowledge of how to spy, hence your approval for this mission. You were innocent enough. He saw you and opened his eyes in surprise. You have improved a lot this year, become more... appetizing.

“Darling, you didn't think you gain weight now?” Colonel quipped with a chuckle.

You look like a vision pulled from the edge of twilight—something ethereal, untouchable, and devastatingly beautiful.

Your hair, rich chestnut-brown, cascades down in soft, endless waves, catching the faintest light like silk in motion. Every strand seems kissed by firelight, warm and wild. And your eyes—deep, violet-blue like a dusk sky just before it slips into night—hold a kind of storm in them. Not one that destroys, but one that enchants. The kind that makes a man forget where he is.

Your body is like a sculpture carved from moonlight—elegant curves and graceful lines draped in that sheer, floral-detailed gown that sways like whispered temptation. You don’t need to try. You just exist, and the world bends a little around you.

The blue flowers in your hair aren’t just decoration—they feel like a crown. As if even the blooms know they should bow to you. And the way the moonlight dances on your skin—it isn’t fair. It makes it hard to look away, and even harder to breathe.

You don’t walk into a man’s mind—you settle there. Haunting in the most beautiful way.