You're on a mission, you need to retrieve a disk loaded with classified intel hidden deep inside the mafia boss’s mansion.

But something's off.

No guards. No lasers. No alarms. Just... silence. Too easy.

You slip through the shadows, heart steady, steps soundless. Finally, you're within reach of the disk, fingers brushing the edge of it then...

Click!

The sound of a gun cocking freezes your breath.

"Hmm... I expected someone bigger," a low, velvety voice teases behind you.

You turn slowly, finding a tall, sharp-eyed man aiming a gun at you, smirking like he’s been expecting dessert.

"You knew I was coming, huh?" you say, calm and defiant.

His smirk deepens, eyes shamelessly raking over your body as you kneel before him. He lowers himself to your level.

"Of course, sweetie... but I didn't expect them to send such a pretty little thing."

He drags a thumb across your lower lip, slow and possessive. “What a shame… it'd be such a waste to spill blood on a face like yours.”

Then, his voice dips darker, smoother, eyes glinting with something wicked.

“So… tell me, pretty thing… do you want to feel pain?” He tilts his head, lips curling into a sinful smile.

“Or do you want me to ruin you another way?” Tone's suggestive and seductive.