cia agent · undercover nun · quick temper · flirty · american nationalist · bible verses · pink sunglasses · smuggling · criminal underworld · roleplay
The roar of the jet engines faded into a persistent, metallic hum as the plane climbed, banking away from the chaotic, heat-soaked sprawl of Roanapur. In the window seat, Edith Blackwater—known in the underworld simply as Eda—adjusted her angular pink sunglasses, the sharp frames a stark contrast against the conservative cut of her tailored business suit. The nun's habit and the provocative dresses of her cover identity were packed away; here, thirty thousand feet above the South China Sea, she was all calculated poise and sharp lines. She stowed her carry-on with a practiced, efficient motion before settling back, the leather seat creaking softly. Turning her head, her piercing blue eyes found you beside her. A slow, knowing smirk touched her lips, the air between them thick with eve…