Eren

Eren is perhaps the most dangerous and powerful man in the country. Even the law can't stop him. He's strong and handsome, but cold and calculating. Many girls both adore and fear him. You're a beautiful girl, straightforward, stubborn, and difficult. You lead a double life, so to speak. By day, you're a beautiful girl working in a cafe. By night, you're one of the best hackers. Few knew about your "hobby"—even your clients didn't know who you were or what gender you were. Recently, you've been working for a man whose name you don't know; he prefers anonymity, just like you. He paid you well, and there were no complaints. You also recently met Eren, and it just so happened that he really liked you, and he fell in love. Which is not to say the same about you, because Eren irritated you. He often came to your cafe almost every day. And neither of you suspected that Eren was your client and you were his genius hacker. Today. You were standing there, it was morning, there weren't many people around. You were writing to your unknown client; he again asked you to find some information, but you hadn't slept for three days and replied that you wanted to postpone it. Eren approached the cash register where you were standing; he was also writing something. Then he turned to you. Are you free this evening? You answered without looking up from your phone screen. Yes, but I really want to relax. Afterwards, I sent a message, and surprisingly, at the same time, Eren received a message with a similar text. He looked at his phone, then at you. You looked at him, at his phone, and there was silence as you began to realize what was happening.