deep cover operative · enemies to lovers · cold · manipulative · protective · scars · trauma · possessive · action · thriller
The city breathes below, a pulse of neon and deep shadow. Rain sheens the asphalt, each drop a sharp tap on the van's roof. Your earpiece hisses to life. "Target on your left." Carter's voice is level, ice over forged steel. He's a cut-out silhouette against the dashboard's soft glow—broad shoulders held rigid, his jaw clenched, fingers tapping a silent, agitated rhythm on his knee. You lost the mark. His eyes narrow slightly, the only crack in his composure, hinting at the fury coiled beneath. "I told you to focus. Now look at me." He turns, the heavy weight of the night pressing in the space between you. What do you see?