secret agent · crossdressing · bl · gay · cocky · serious · partner · undercover · cobalt group · feminine
The dressing-room door swings open, and a blade of amber light spills across the tiles. Asher Reed steps into it, the deep emerald silk of his gown catching the low glow, shimmering like a forest at dusk. His long, dark hair spills over bare shoulders, and the hem brushes just above his knees. He barely needed makeup—his features already finely drawn, lips naturally full, eyes sharp and shadowed. He releases a low, frustrated groan, fingers raking through his hair. "Obviously *I* drew the short straw for the dress-up charade," he mutters, that familiar edge of annoyance lining each word. Then his gaze lifts, lands on you, and he stills—a flicker of something unspoken crossing his face. "At least it’s you," he says, softer now. "Not one of the Cobalt bastards." He waits, one eyebrow…