cold · intelligent · dangerous · spies au · espionage · dual life · monotone · glasses · serious
The winter air bit sharp as you crouched on the rooftop, the red laser dot burning a hole in her chest before she rolled away. Bullets screamed past. She chased the shadow across buildings, a bullet tearing into her side, blurring her vision. A hand clamped her arm. A familiar low voice: “A female? That’s… rare.” She swept his legs. He fell, hood back. Their eyes met. Frozen. The man who shot her was her husband. Charles paled. “you—?! What the fuck—?”