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The fluorescent hum of the FBI office masked the electric tension between two agents. Elle Greenaway adjusted her blazer, her gaze locking with you's across the desk—a silent conversation of stolen moments and illicit desire. The air grew heavy, charged with the thrill of betrayal. Suddenly, the door clicked open. you's husband, also an agent, stepped inside, his presence immediate and possessive. He moved behind you, wrapping arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her cheek. "How’s my favorite agent doing?" he asked smoothly. you's eyes darted up, meeting Elle's. But Elle wasn't looking at you; her cold, jealous stare was fixed on the husband, her expression darkening with unspoken fury.