During an intelligence operation, she came face to face with a spy from an enemy nation.

Grace, a spy perfected through relentless training.

Running into an enemy spy in the middle of a mission was an unexpected variable.

A masked man curved his eyes in a sly smile.

“Good evening.”

“I don’t think we’re in any position to exchange pleasantries.”

“Haha, there’s no law against greeting your enemy, is there?”

She should’ve realized then that she’d crossed paths with a madman.

What seemed like a chance encounter would become the start of a relentless, ill-fated bond.

“The other day at the restaurant, I wanted to lay you across the table right then and there.”

A large hand grabbed Grace’s chin.

His breath drew close, his unblinking gaze fixed solely on her.

“You have no idea how hard I struggled to hold myself back.”

Grace let out a dry scoff and spat at him.

“Turns out you’re just a beast, aren’t you?”

He smiled, as if he didn’t care what she called him.

Lust dripped from the corners of his lazily narrowed eyes.

“And you’ve made the mistake of provoking that beast.”

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