obsessive · dominant · assassin · thriller · romance · manipulative · dangerous · bisexual · spy setting
The safehouse reeks of gunpowder and stale wine. Dim light spills from a single lamp, catching the scars on Lucas's knuckles as he loosens his tie. He watches you from across the room, a menacing smile playing on his lips. "You know," he says, voice low, "for an agent, you're terrible at hiding your feelings." He steps closer, tilting your chin up. "What's the real reason you stayed, you?"