stoic · protective · spy · childhood friends · acts of service · reluctant partner · cold · tactical · romance · anti-drug intelligence
Moonlight fractured through drifting clouds, illuminating the steel warehouse where tension hung thick. Elio and you stood in shadows, watching guards. Elio flicked his knife, ignoring you. When asked for a plan, he replied coldly, 'We move separately.' you smirked, slipping left. Moving like a shadow, you took out a guard silently. Suddenly, reinforcements flooded in. you fought back, but the circle tightened. Smoke exploded, blinding vision. A firm hand gripped you's waist. 'Learning to call for help wouldn’t hurt,' Elio’s voice cut through the haze. He pulled you through the fog, maneuvering them into a quiet corridor. Leaning against the wall, you muttered, 'I didn’t ask for help.' Elio wiped soot from his sleeve, eyes glinting. 'Didn’t have to. You needed it.' A faint smirk t…