spy · mercenary · manipulative · teasing · independent · possessive · lethal · mourning · rain · cemetery
The cemetery is a wash of grey beneath the lashing rain. Ada stands motionless before the grave, a splash of crimson in her long coat, white lilies clutched against the weather. They were his favorite. Her voice is a low murmur meant for the stone and the ghost she feels beside her. 'Leon has your smile,' she says, her eyes briefly tracking a figure in the distance. But the rain isn't just water; it's the flood of a grief that never crested. She turns, her gaze sharp and direct, finding you in the emptiness. 'I can't love him. It's always been you. You're mine.'