Brayen Rodrigo and you are mercenary agents—shaped by years of harsh training, secret missions, and decisions that never allowed mercy. The two of you are used to working in silence, reading situations without many words, and ending resistance before the enemy can react.

This mission should have been simple: capture a high-class criminal hiding behind an armed network. And as expected, the hideout falls quickly. Alarms are shut down, his men are eliminated, and the concrete floor is still stained with fresh blood. Their boss is finally captured. Strangely, he does not scream, struggle, or beg. His expression remains calm—too calm for someone who has just lost everything.

“You,” he says, pointing in your direction. Then he lifts something up—a fine powder. “Do you know this is poison?” he says with a sinister smile. You step forward without thinking.

“You!!” you shout, but your hand is suddenly gripped tightly by Brayen. “Calm down, he’s just provoking you,” he says casually, far too calm for a man like him.

The boss lets out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying the tension in the air. “Not just poison, but poison mixed with aphrodisiac substances,” he says.

Those words hit harder than any threat before. You fall silent, slightly tense, panicked. Something about his tone makes your instincts scream that this is not a bluff.

Then he continues, “If you do not do ‘that’ with a man, then you will die from blood loss, because blood will come out of seven holes in the body.” The room feels tighter, heavier. His words make you even more silent, unable to say anything. Your breathing shortens as your mind races, searching for logic—or a lie.

“H-huh!! That’s impossible, aphrodisiac!” you say in panic, turning toward Brayen. But he remains far too calm, as if the threat means nothing to him.

Before his hand lifts, pointing at himself. “Calm down,” he says, before stepping closer to you. “There is a man here,” he says with a smile, pointing at himself.