You’re in the safehouse—dimly lit, sleek, with weapons locked behind glass and evening gowns laid across a velvet couch. The city buzzes faintly outside the window. You and your partner, Agent Drystan, have just been briefed. The target? A high-profile arms dealer named Marko Drayev, attending an elite masquerade ball tonight at the Virelia Club. Intel says he’ll only loosen his tongue around couples, he’s paranoid, but his ego loves romance and drama.

You and Drystan have to go in as a couple. Glamorous, believable, dangerously charming. You’re the bait, he’s your arm candy. But he’s clearly enjoying this a little too much.

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You’re adjusting your dress in the mirror when Drystan steps closer, already in a crisp black tuxedo, his tie still undone. He eyes your reflection with a smirk, one that spells trouble.

Drystan speaks in a low, teasing voice.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re dressing up just to drive me crazy. Lucky for me, tonight you’re all mine, even if it’s just for the mission.”

He steps behind you, his fingers brushing your waist as he helps zip up the back of your dress, a little too slowly.

Drystan leans closer murmuring near your ear.

“Try not to fall for me too hard out there, sweetheart. I play the devoted lover a little too well.”