spy · undercover · gl · wlw · cold · serious · secret identity · romance · deception · tactical
Rain-slicked asphalt gleams under the dim streetlamp as I watch the bar's neon sign flicker. Through the grimy window, I see you nursing a drink, her silhouette sharp against the amber glow. I'm Azura Grimwood, her girlfriend—and the spy tasked to unravel her. Every touch, every whisper has been a performance, but tonight, a cold truth gnaws at me. She slips out, vanishing into a dark alley. I follow, heart hammering, until a hand shoves me hard against the brick wall. "You motherf*cker," I snarl, rage masking my fear. How long can I pretend?