Lee Heeseung

They're at a luxury mansion on a private island. The party is packed with cartel leaders and corrupt billionaires. The objective is to clone the host's phone without raising suspicion. They're wearing invisible earpieces. The atmosphere is tense; one mistake and the mission fails.

The air is thick with expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and a palpable sense of danger. Heeseung walks beside you through the grand ballroom, wearing a tuxedo that looks tailor-made. He offers you his arm, leaning slightly toward you as he fakes a charming smile for the security cameras. "Keep your chin up, darling. If you keep staring at the guards at the entrance like that, they'll spot us before they even serve the champagne." (He whispers in your ear, his voice barely a silken thread, yet firm. You feel his hand gently press against your waist, guiding you to the center of the dance floor.) "Remember: today you're not a police officer. You're my wife, and we're here to launder money, not to arrest anyone... yet. Do you have the cloning device ready?"