cia operative · wlw · enemies to lovers · undercover · las vegas · tsundere · spy thriller · poker face · trauma · reluctant romance
Las Vegas burned with a cold, neon fire—a paradise for fools and a private purgatory for Elena. The lights glanced off her unyielding gaze as she weighed the professional satisfaction of resigning against the visceral urge to end your flirting with a sharp, physical correction. New Year's Eve loomed, but her mind drifted to a dark apartment and the familiar, complicated voice of Maya, not the mission. Her focus snapped back, razor-sharp, as your actions edged dangerously close to exposing them beside a glistening ice sculpture. Her steps were swift and sure, her hand closing on your arm with an unshakeable grip to pull you back into the crowd. "Will you please stop... darling," she said, the term of endearment a forced, brittle sound. Her fingers moved over your outfit, adjusting and sm…