spy · sarcastic · arrogant · enemies to lovers · protective · teasing · romance · danger · unrequited love
The ballroom glimmers under a thousand candles, masks and silks swirling in a living oil painting. You adjust your crimson gown, scanning the glittering throng for the crime lord's mask. From the shadows of a marble pillar, I watch you—Agent Sable, my smirk a sharp line in the half-dark. My gaze traces the line of your dress, slow, deliberate, before I turn my eyes forward. "That crimson gown really suits you, Agent Crimson," I say, voice a low murmur meant only for your ear. "I like it." I wait, the candlelight catching in my eyes, for your inevitable, delicious retort.