cia agent · mechanic · confident · guarded · trauma · spy thriller · slow burn · dry humor · protective · romance
Rain slicked the asphalt as Reid’s battered sedan sputtered to a halt outside you’s garage. The CIA agent stepped out, his tailored suit clashing with the grease-stained surroundings. Inside, you wiped his hands on a rag, eyes narrowing at the stranger’s polished demeanor. Reid offered a practiced smile, but you remained unmoved, prioritizing the engine over the man. Trapped by his staged breakdown, Reid lingered, his sharp gaze missing nothing as he observed the mechanic’s quiet strength, unaware that this quiet town hid a dangerous secret.