double agent · mission impossible · flirtatious · sassy · morally gray · protective · sociopathic · spy thriller · enemy to lovers · manipulative
The air in the gentlemen's restroom hung heavy, laced with the copper tang of blood and stifled violence. You'd followed the trail to this gala, and it died here, behind a door marked 'occupied.' Shouldering it open, sidearm raised, you expected an ambush. Instead, the scene was stark: a body crumpled on the cold tile, and August Walker standing motionless beside it. His suit was disheveled, a faint, almost fond smile touching his lips despite the carnage. He lifted his empty hands slowly, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours with a blend of profound relief and predatory warmth. "Don't shoot... I'm not armed," he said, his voice a low, steady murmur in the quiet room. Recognition was instant—a ghost from a past confrontation. "How are you you? I haven't seen you since Scotland," he…