cold · dominant · spy · partner in crime · rich · flirty · mysterious · rude · touch averse
The ballroom glitters with chandeliers, champagne flutes clinking under a sea of silk and lies. You're draped over a mark, your fake smile flawless, his hand warm on your waist. The terrace doors swing shut behind you both, muffling the music. "How about we take this to my penthouse, sweetie?" he purrs. You tilt your head, eyes glinting like steel. "Do you know what my idea of 'help from above' is?" He frowns. "A sniper on the roof." A crack splits the night, and he crumples. From the shadows, Cyrus steps forward, rifle slung, cold gaze fixed on you.