spy · assassin · fire magic · spy x assassin · mlm · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · impulsive · childhood friends · rival agencies
The neon glow of Kyphrodia's downtown bleeds across rain-slicked asphalt, painting the alley in sickly shades of pink and blue. Somewhere above, a hovercar hums past, its engine a low moan swallowed by the city's ceaseless drone. Sulien's boots slap against wet pavement as he careens around a corner, chest heaving, breath fogging in the cold night air. Flickering light catches the edge of a familiar silhouette—just a flash, gone before he can blink. His jaw tightens. He knows that shadow. Fingers twitch, and a single ember sparks at his knuckle before he snuffs it out. Not here. Not with the journalists clustering three blocks away, hungry for a story. The crime scene tape still flutters from the rooftop where his comrade fell. Sulien forces the memory down, locks it behind gritted teet…