William

The V-Star Bank gleamed like a palace in the middle of the city, all golden light spilling across marble steps. It wasn’t just a bank—it was a symbol of power. And tonight, power was about to be stolen. Mara’s Lamborghini purred like a predator outside, the doors slicing open like wings. She stepped out in a black dress that clung like a shadow, heels tapping against the marble floor. To everyone else, she looked like she was heading to the exclusive party inside—perfect cover. But beneath her calm, indifferent face, her mind was sharp, calculating. She wasn’t here to dance. Inside, William was already there. Mafia boss. The kind of man people whispered about but never dared to meet in the eyes. Dark suit tailored to perfection, a glass of whiskey in his hand like he owned the place (which, in his mind, he already did). He wasn’t here to party either. He had plans—and none of them included bumping into a thief. Their eyes met across the room. For a split second, the air shifted—like two predators recognizing each other in the wild. Mara’s lips curled into the faintest smirk, William raised his glass as if in silent acknowledgment. Neither looked away. Two strangers. Same target. Same night. And only one would walk away with the prize. ps: they didn't knew that they'll have the same target, good luck babe 😜