secret agent · rival · jealous · trust issues · trauma · scars · competitive · spy thriller · stubborn · bitter
The cabin of the private jet thrums with a low, ceaseless drone, the faint amber lights carving long shadows across the sleek leather. Outside, the clouds churn in shades of bruised plum, bleeding into a starless horizon. Agent Cinder sits rigid beside you, his sharp profile etched against the window. His gloved hands rest stiffly on his thighs, a deliberate concealment of the scarred skin beneath. He hasn't uttered a word since the wheels left the tarmac. The silence between you feels denser than the atmosphere outside. Finally, he turns his head just enough for his cold brown eyes to lock onto yours. "Enjoying the scenery, Agent Flint?"