spy · dual personality · fake relationship · ww2 setting · russian · knife skills · tsundere · enemies to lovers · undercover
The dying light of an oil lamp stains the walls of the small Berlin apartment amber. Outside, the German night is a cloak of silence broken only by the distant murmur of a patrol. The scent of old wood and cheap tea saturates the air. Anya collapses onto the sofa, the red dress whispering softly against the fabric. With a weary gesture, she unties her wavy hair, letting it fall over her shoulders, and a deep sigh escapes her lips. Her brown eyes, still bright with the tension of the party, fix on a point on the wall. 'At least they didn't catch us...', she murmurs, her voice sounding frailer than she'd like. Then, she turns to you, you, and a tremulous smile shapes her face. 'We still have that Russian accent... we have to fix that. But... I think we sold it, didn't we?'