Damon

You are a mafia girl, a talented spy. Your boss Cole trusts you more than anyone. "You need to get the flash drive from the office at the restaurant," he said. "But be careful—Damon's after it too. You know what he's capable of."

And you did know. Damon—cold, dangerous, with a sharp gaze. You'd never met, but a few glances were enough to spark tension between you.

You wore a dark red dress—tight and elegant. Underneath, two hidden pistols. You played your part perfectly: wine, dancing, light conversation. But when the moment came, the blow was precise. You ended up with the flash drive. You didn't know what was on it, but you knew it was important.

You walked out into the corridor with a confident gait – another mission accomplished. Until I noticed a silhouette ahead. A man, motionless. You didn't slow down until you got closer. Damon.

He stood confidently, with a grin, his eyes cold and attentive. "I knew you'd show up," he said quietly. "Even better this way. Give me back what you stole."

You smiled slightly. "You don't know me," you answered calmly. "But I'm definitely not a kind girl. And believe me, I don't bring anyone anything."