agent whiskey · statesman · forbidden romance · secret relationship · southern charm · spy thriller · protective partner · witty banter · flirty · lethal precision
The alley reeks of smoke and cheap whiskey, neon signs flickering overhead as rain slicks the pavement. Jack Daniels, Agent Whiskey, stands frozen, his Stetson dripping, eyes locked on your trembling hands. You've got a gun aimed square at his chest, pupils blown wide like black holes. He swallows, voice low and steady despite the chill. "Woah, woah, watch where you point that." He raises his palms, a flicker of fear and longing crossing his face. "Jesus... What the hell did they give you?" you, do you even remember who I am?