dalliance ❥ victuuri

❀ - one

"you better not fuck this one up, katsuki." the cold slender voice hissed at me as my last words before i entered the bright lights of the nightclub.

i placed my phone into my pocket, along side with my other belongings. my wallet, car keys, and a picture of the man i'm supposed to 'fall in love' with to gain his biggest secrets. i took a deep breath, and took the picture out of my pocket to look at it.

a fairly older, twenty-eight year old man, with a slim but built figure. silver hair covering half of his mysterious face. also with a receding hairline, which really wasn't that bad looking on him. the one of his eyes that were showing was a blue-green, that very well suited him. he really was a handsome man.

i gulped. how was i supposed to get a man like this fall in love with me? i'm surprised on why i got picked for this job.

i'm yuri katsuki, a certified undercover spy. i am twenty-four years old, with over five years in experience.

of course, this is the biggest assignment i have taken. usually i take the ones where i go undercover just as a worker, but this time was different.

many people at the office believed i was ready to take a case like this, and i was the one most suited for it. still don't know why.

i was just a rookie with a lot of training.

honestly, the only reason i mainly took a job as a spy was because when i was little, i was always determined to 'stop the bad guys'. when i entered college, i still had that mindset and went into police training; which eventually lead me here.

definitely not what i expected. i always thought it would be action. firing bullets, throwing grenades, handcuffing criminals and sending them to jail.

i mean, it still is exciting in a way. it helps you bring justice to this cruel world. justice as in arresting people who dealt drugs to just give their family a better life.

some cases are worth being taken down, but some are downright sad. however, it was all illegal, so i don't have a choice.

i sighed and inhaled the cold air, letting it fill my lungs.

hopefully after this assignment i can finally get a raise and just want a vacation for a little while. all this spy stuff really does get to your head.

i let my feet walk me a couple more foot, before stopping, to analyze the area around me.

in the middle of the whole place, was a huge dancefloor, where so many things were going on at once. people grinding on each other. people making out while still moving their body to the music. and of course, a bunch of drunk people trying to dance to their best ability but eventually falling to the floor.

near the front was where the dj was. couldn't clearly see his face since he was way too far away.

to the sides were sitting booths, where many people tend to get wasted and fuck in. usually, it's where sugar babies have a good time with their sugar daddies, based on my own research.

finally, in the back, near the entrance was the bar, where hardly any people were. many ordered a drink, grabbed it and headed out to the dance floor, or one of the booths.

however, looking closely at the bar, i saw one person with their head faced down onto the bar. their trembling hands held onto their drink, only lifting their head to take another sip.

the man appeared to have silver hair. however, it was hard to tell since it was so dark in here and the only thing lighting it up was the disco ball.

i wondered in my head a little. that man could be nikiforov, only judging by his hair being silver.

i might as well take a chance and sit next to him, and get a drink. if it isn't him i could just of course get up and find him elsewhere.