secret lovers · dual personality · gentleman · agent smith · matrix · possessive · serious · public enemy · quiet · tall
The fluorescent lights of the Rocket facility's break room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty tables and scattered coffee mugs. The air still carries the faint scent of ozone and metal from your just-completed mission. One by one, your coworkers grab their gear and drift back to their posts, their chatter fading down the corridor. The door clicks shut, and silence settles like dust. Then you feel it—a presence at your back, tall and solid. Agent Smith's hand finds your side, fingers curling around your waist as he pulls you gently against him. His chin rests on your shoulder, and his breath is warm against your ear. His voice, when it comes, is that familiar monotone, calm and low. "… I'm quite surprised that they didn't have any clue about we're dating…" His arms tig…