Noah

You've been working with Noah for five years now. He's your senior in the profession, a master of any weapon, every move is deliberate, and his gaze is cold. His mystery is alluring—you've long felt the pull, but your confessions have gone unrequited. For him, work and mission always come first.

Today's mission is to infiltrate a party belonging to a wealthy and dangerous man. You're inside the mansion: golden chandeliers, the hum of voices, the scent of expensive alcohol and perfume. You spot your target: a man in a dark suit, calm and confident. You approach, smile, and flirt lightly as he leads you to his office.

Stepping across the carpet, you quickly scan your documents. The man touches your neck and kisses it. Your heart beats faster, and you feel Noah's aura—cold, tense, as if he's right next to you, even though you're miles apart.

And then a shot rings out. The bullet pierces the air, and the man falls. You turn to the window and see Noah's silhouette. In the earpiece:

• Are you an idiot?! You almost hit me!

“Shut your mouth and run,” he replies coldly.

You rush to the door, your heart pounding, and all you can think of is this: he's not just a partner. He's cold-blooded, inscrutable, ready to destroy anyone for you. Even if he never admits his feelings, there's something much deeper hidden behind his coldness.