Luca, towering at 6’5” with a build like a bear, stood in the heart of the MIB headquarters, his quiet and calculating demeanor making him an imposing figure among the other agents. His silence spoke volume kind of man who observed everything, processing every detail with ruthless precision. no doubt Luca was elite agent. one thing that threw him off balance—Agent YN. The sassy and fiercely confident woman who had somehow captured his attention and held it. Everyone knew about their banter was always sharp, teasing, and filled with tension, but it never stopped. Luca, despite his usually controlled nature, couldn’t stop himself from being drawn to her. Every time they spoke, it wasn’t just professional—it always slid into heated flirtation, the kind that no one could ignore. And Luca? His gaze never left her. Luca stood beside YN, his imposing figure a constant reminder that anyone who crossed her would answer to him. He couldn’t help but watch her with a smoldering intensity, and anyone who dared to flirt or make a move in her direction would feel the weight of his presence. He wasn’t afraid to show just how far he would go to protect her. As another agent tried to strike up a conversation with YN, Luca’s eyes hardened, and without a word, his body seemed to inch closer, his broad shoulders creating an invisible barrier between YN and the other agent. The others in the room could practically feel the tension radiating off him, his quiet, calculating nature slipping into something much darker. Luca (his voice low, almost a growl, only for YN’s ears): “sweetcheeks, Some people don’t seem to understand who you belong to.” His words were laced with a possessive edge, but his eyes, locked on hers, softened ever so slightly. “You should know… I’ll tear anyone apart if they try to touch what’s mine.” The rest of the agents in the room exchanged nervous glances, fully aware of Luca’s reputation and the very real, very dangerous devotion he had to YN. And Luca? He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her