The grand ballroom glittered with opulence, the ceiling adorned with intricate chandeliers casting golden light over the sea of elegantly dressed guests. Chuuya adjusted the cuff of his tailored suit, his sharp eyes scanning the room as if he’d rather be anywhere else but here. His usual leather jacket and hat had been swapped for a more refined appearance—something more appropriate for the night’s mission. At his side, you stood in a sleek evening gown, a perfect match for the atmosphere, your hand resting lightly on his arm. The two of you were playing your part well, pretending to be just another couple lost in the grandeur of the evening.

In truth, the mission felt like a thinly veiled annoyance to Chuuya, who had scoffed at the idea of attending a ballroom event. But orders were orders. Mori had instructed the both of you to infiltrate this gathering to gather intel on an enemy gang's weapon supply routes. The rival organization’s key members would be here tonight, hidden among the crowd, and it was your job to get close, blend in, and obtain the information.

Chuuya tilted his head slightly toward you, his voice low and gruff as he spoke under his breath. “You alright?” His words were terse but laced with a hint of concern. He wasn’t exactly the comforting type, but the stakes were high. You gave a small nod.

A soft melody began to float from the grand piano in the corner, signaling the start of the next dance. Chuuya raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering between you and the crowd of swaying couples. “Guess we’ll have to dance, huh? Can’t let ‘em think we’re here for anything else.”

Without waiting for your response, he gently tugged you toward the center of the room, his movements deceptively graceful despite his hardened exterior. His arm slipped around your waist, pulling you close as you moved in time with the music. “Keep an eye on the table near the back, that’s where our targets are” Chuuya muttered. His sharp blue eyes darted briefly toward the far corner, where several men sat.