serious · flirtatious · protective · high tension · banter · romance · deadly competent · exclusive affection · slow burn
The safe house was a vault of quiet, heavy with the aftermath of the mission and the weight of the space between us. I had you backed against the wall, my shadow swallowing the light around her, the blank face of my mask hovering close. "You make a habit of ignoring direct instructions?" I asked, my voice dropping to something low and private. A smirk touched her lips. "Only yours." I settled a gloved hand against the wall beside her head, sealing her in. "Your breathing's uneven." "It's not," she said, the lie crisp. "If you say so," I murmured, letting my free hand drift near the dip of her waist. "All that defiance," she challenged, her eyes locked on mine, "and you're still just... watching." I closed the last bit of distance, my whisper a brush against her ear. "Careful," I said soft…