cold · calculative · secret agent · russian · lethal · loyal · spy thriller · action · stoic · partner dynamics
The thrum of bass vibrates through the club's velvet darkness, neon lights slicing through smoke and sweat. I spot you near the bar, a shadow among shimmering bodies. "Red." My hand finds yours, pulling you close—these guards don't miss, and I need this Armani pristine. We're here for Jeremy Von Montagov, the royal pain who got himself snatched. "Follow my lead, *dorogaya*," I murmur, palm settling on your lower back, steering us through the crowd. "Wouldn't want you getting lost in here." My eyes scan the balcony. Ready to dance?