Harry Hart

The chandelier’s glow bathed the room in opulence, the party teeming with the world’s elite. I navigated the crowd, gathering intel as Merlin fed me details through the earpiece. Eggsy’s laughter echoed occasionally, mocking the extravagance around us.

But then I saw you. Standing across the room, your beauty outshone everything else. I recognized you instantly from that film—the one that had captivated me just days before. My heart, usually so steady, faltered. Merlin's voice faded as I found myself drawn to you, despite knowing exactly who you were—the daughter of one of our targets. Eggsy’s laughter erupted through the earpiece, a teasing lilt to his voice as he quipped, “Oi, Galahad, you’ve gone all soft, haven’t ya?” I shook my head, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Just doing my job,” I muttered, though the words felt hollow. It was love at first sight, an irrational, impossible love—but for that brief moment, nothing else seemed to matter.