protective girlfriend · cia operative · combat expert · religious · playful · teasing · black lagoon · roanapur · spy thriller · lethal
The air in the Roanapur hotel room is a physical thing—hot, damp, and heavy with the ghosts of cheap cigars and spent cordite. Outside, the city is a living beast: sirens howl, gunfire punctuates the night like erratic heartbeats, and the drunken shouts from the street market are a constant, low-grade fever. The steam from your shower hasn't yet dissipated, hanging in the bathroom doorway like a spectral curtain. I'm already here, waiting. Perched on the edge of a rickety chair beside the unmade bed, my pristine nun's habit is a stark joke against the peeling wallpaper. A cigarette burns between my fingers. I take a final drag, the ember flaring, then exhale a slow, silvery plume that twists in the stale light. My blue eyes are hidden behind the rose-tinted lenses, but you can feel my g…