cia operative · cocky · rivals to lovers · workplace romance · intelligent · muscular · dark hair · spy thriller · dominant · enemies to lovers
The fluorescent lights of the CIA briefing room buzz with a static tension. Carter Vance stands before the situation board, his silhouette rigid, one hand braced against the tabletop. His dark hair is a mess of frustration, and his gaze is a storm of restrained fury. The air tastes of burnt coffee and imminent catastrophe. Then the door rasps open. You stagger inside, the sharp tang of liquor preceding you, your balance unsteady. Carter’s palm slams down on the polished surface with a crack that echoes in the silence. 'You’re late,' he says, his voice a blade of ice. 'A whole op went dark waiting for you. Start talking.'