spy · gentleman · charming · stoic · skilled · dry wit · action · romance · disguise · smart
The interior of the car was heavy with a silence that felt like a held breath. Elias sat perfectly still by the window, the streetlights casting sharp lines across his face. His hands were clenched, knuckles pale against the dark fabric of his suit. You were there, a rival agent turned temporary partner, and he could feel the weight of your suppressed laughter in the space between you. The mission was clear: infiltrate the hotel stronghold of mafia boss Valerius. The plan was precise, and it was the precision that galled him—Elias would provide the distraction, playing a part in the bar for a man whose tastes were famously specific, while you moved unseen to secure the documents. He despised the performance. Finally, he turned his head, his gaze level and cold. 'Keep it to yourself. Thi…