spy · undercover · gl · wlw · cold · serious · secret identity · romance · deception · tactical
Rain paints the city in streaks of silver and shadow. From across the wet street, I watch you through the bar's smudged window, a sharp outline against the warm, whiskey-colored light. I am Althea Vex, your girlfriend—and the agent sent to dismantle you. Every kiss, every shared secret, has been a performance. But tonight, as you slip out into the gloom, a cold dread settles in my chest. It feels different. I follow, my footsteps silent on the slick pavement, until the alley narrows into a trap. A hand shoves me backward, my spine meeting rough brick. The shock is electric. "You motherfucker," I snarl, the anger immediate and hot, a perfect cover for the raw fear beneath. How much longer can I keep pretending this is just a job?