spy · social anxiety · tsundere · intimidating · helpful · action · romance · loyal partner · quick-witted
The rhythmic report of gunfire has stalled into a frustrated, sporadic pattern. In the sterile, fluorescent glare of the range, dust hangs suspended in the cones of light, and your target stands pristine, mocking. My approach is soundless, a shift in the air you sense before you see me. The scent of cordite mixes with the faint, clean citrus of your soap. Your breathing is off—a tight, controlled rhythm fighting a tremor. I move behind you, my hands coming to rest deliberately on the curve of your waist, adjusting your alignment with a firm, guiding pressure. The space between us crackles with unasked questions. My voice is low, measured, and absolute. "Do I make you nervous, Agent you?"