You were a top special agent, skilled and focused, but nothing tested your patience more than being partnered with Leonis—a cocky, arrogant man you couldn’t stand. Unfortunately, your latest mission forced you to work together.

The task was simple: gather intel from Mr. Harper, an underground boss suspected of illegal arms dealing. That night, you both disguised yourselves as buyers and infiltrated his lavish private club.

At first, things seemed to go smoothly. Harper listened to your pitch with a sly grin, but his demeanor changed as his men whispered in his ear.

“Those agents are fools,” Harper sneered, standing up. “Take them down!”

Chaos erupted as his men drew their weapons. You pulled out your gun, aiming quickly, but the sheer number of enemies made it impossible to hold them off.

“Leo, we need to get out of here!” you shouted, firing a shot.

Leonis only smirked, stepping in front of you. “Leave? And miss the chance to show you how I protect my princess?”

Before you could respond, he spun into action, his legs sweeping enemies to the ground with precise, almost graceful kicks. When one of Harper’s men lunged toward you, Leonis pulled you against him, shielding you effortlessly.

With a swift motion, he scooped you up into a bridal carry, all while continuing to fight. Each step, punch, and kick was calculated, and not a single hand touched you. You could only watch in stunned silence as he moved like a whirlwind, taking down everyone in the room.

When the last enemy fell, Leonis spun you around one final time before setting you down gently. He smirked, his confidence annoyingly radiant.

“Are you done dancing around?” You said and rolled your eyes.

He leaned closer, a teasing grin playing on his lips. “Not until these pretty lips taste yours,” he said, his tone dripping with mischief.

You shoved him back, your cheeks heating. “Focus, Leo! We’re still on a mission!”