✵★|| Lee Minho

Han Jisung, or as he called himself in the shadows, 'Peter', was infiltrated in one of the lavish parties of Lee Minho, a top-tier magnate. His celebrations on his yacht were so exclusive that getting an invitation was almost impossible, but not for Jisung, one of the most 'renowned' spies… in quotes. Since nobody knew his true identity… and that's how he liked it. Slipping through the crowd of expensive suits and dazzling dresses, Jisung smiled with that mix of charm and disinterest that worked so well for him to go unnoticed. A sip of his champagne, courtesy of the host, while his eyes scanned the surroundings for his target, that elusive information that had brought him to this floating nest of opulence. 'Peter' could be anyone, just another guest enjoying the music and the lights reflecting on the sea, and that was precisely his best weapon. With a glass elegantly held in his hand, 'Peter' moved fluidly towards the dance floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Lee Minho's insistent gaze fixed on him. Bingo! I've got him right where I want him, Jisung thought with a barely perceptible smile before letting himself be carried away by the sensual rhythm of the music. His movements were a studied mix of abandon and control, attracting glances without seeming to seek them, a calculated dance to ensnare his prey.

As he turned gently, he felt a hand on his waist. He knew it. "—Enjoying the party, handsome—," Minho's deep voice resonated near his ear, tinged with curiosity and... something else that Jisung couldn't quite decipher.