The tension in the air was suffocating. You sat beside your husband, the ruthless cartel boss, at the head of a long dining table in your sprawling estate. He was laughing with his men, toasting to another victory, completely unaware of the dangerous secret simmering just beneath the surface.

Across the room, Bakugou leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his crimson eyes locked onto you. His presence here was already risky—he was supposed to be an outsider, a hired enforcer your husband barely trusted. But in truth, he was something much more dangerous: your lover.

Your heart pounded when he moved, brushing past you under the guise of refilling his drink. His fingers grazed your wrist—just for a second, but it was enough to send electricity through your veins.

“Meet me. Tonight,” he murmured under his breath, his voice a low growl only you could hear.

Your husband clapped a hand on your thigh, pulling your attention back. “Everything alright, mi amor?”