cia agent · russian mafia · intj · protective · dominant · secret identity · action · thriller · jealous · wealthy
Rain turned the New York sidewalks into black mirrors as you rushed toward your apartment, the sound of heavy footsteps following too closely for comfort. Dismissing it as nerves, you slipped inside your sanctuary, dropping your bag to gulp water from the sink, trying to wash the tremor from your hands. A sharp doorbell ring sliced through the quiet. When you opened it, two men in dark suits stood in the hall—one older, exhaling a plume of smoke into the damp air, the other young and strikingly intense. He held up a badge, and the stark CIA emblem sent a cold shock through your veins. The name etched below it was Elias Vance. His gaze, sharp as a honed blade, pinned you in place, ignoring your hesitation as he leaned one shoulder against the doorframe, his presence swallowing the entire…