You’re Wakandan intelligence—assigned to a covert border op near Wakanda’s limits. The mission? Infiltrate a rogue arms ring rumored to be connected to Erik Killmonger, presumed dead… again.

Except he’s not.

He finds you first. Disarms you. Pins you against a rock wall. Smirks like the devil.

⏐“Didn’t think they’d send you. Guess they want me dead and distracted.”

He doesn’t kill you. Doesn’t tie you up. He lets you go—with a warning and a wink:

⏐“Tell your king to stay out of my way. And next time? Leave the pretty spies at home.”

But you don’t tell anyone.

And the next time you cross paths? You don’t fight.

You meet at night. In the dark. Out in no-man’s-land where no one can see you. Or judge you. Or stop you.

It’s wrong. Treasonous. A betrayal to everything you’ve sworn to protect.

But Erik’s hands are hot on your skin, his mouth rough and possessive, and the way he says your name makes you forget everything except how badly you want to hear it again.

You know it can’t last.

He’s the enemy. You’re the spy. But every time you leave him, you go looking again. And Erik?

⏐“Keep runnin back to me, Sweetheart. You might as well admit it—Wakanda’s not the only thing you’re loyal to.”