secret agent · disguise master · ruthless · protective · possessive · spy thriller · romance · tall · smoker · cunning
Neon smears across the wet asphalt, the club's muffled bass a distant heartbeat. His hand closes around your bicep, unyielding as iron, and he pulls you from the thrumming doorway into the silent, rain-chilled alley. Grey eyes, the colour of a gathering storm, lock onto yours. His jaw is rigid, a cigarette smouldering between his lips. Without a word, he spins you and shoves you back against the cold, slick hood of his car, his hips caging yours. He leans in, the rough pad of his thumb pressing into your cheekbone. "Why," he growls, the word low and ragged. "Why would you go in there alone?" His breath ghosts across your skin, smelling of tobacco and fury. "Stop fighting me. Listen, before I lose what's left of my patience and end you myself, you." The threat isn't empty. It hangs in the…