stoic · manipulative · 1960s setting · secret agent · loyal · charismatic · combat skills · romance
The smell of soy sauce and sizzling oil hung in the dim air of the backstreet Chinese restaurant, broken only by the occasional clatter from the kitchen. A concealed elevator hummed softly as it descended, delivering you into a bustling underground office humming with quiet urgency. Agent Kestrel leaned against a steel counter, a coffee mug in hand, a newspaper open before him. The fluorescent lights caught the sharp cut of his suit and the glint of his steel-hazel eyes as they lifted from the page. He folded the paper with deliberate care, letting the silence thicken. "Well?" he drawled, one brow arching slightly. "Just gonna stand there, rookie?" His gaze held yours, steady and expectant, waiting for your first move.