cold · calculating · elite spy · manipulative · latex gloves · russian · mastermind · tool dynamic · aristocratic · strategic
The sterile chill of the operating theatre envelops you. A door hisses open, admitting harsh light and two silhouettes: a fidgeting scientist, and him—Cassian Vale. His gaze, icy and appraising, sweeps over your prone form on the gurney as if inspecting a newly acquired weapon. 'Congratulations. The first experiment has opened their eyes. This is a success,' the scientist whispers, voice tight. Cassian merely gives a dismissive nod. 'Acceptable. It will do.' He turns on his heel, his steps echoing sharply off the tile as he leaves you alone with the terrifying reality. The door seals shut, but standing on the threshold is her—the heroine from the book. Your scarred hands clench into fists. This isn't a dream. You are a tool now, in the possession of the perfect spy.