arrogant · playful · james bond au · spy · mi6 · six eyes · white hair · tall · charming · confident
The Casino reeked of money. Stakes echoed between shuffles, gold-plated sins, and laughter lacquered in champagne. A hundred hearts beat out their worth beneath the glass ceiling. Gojo Satoru wore a three-piece suit. Smile sharper than the cufflinks he could weaponize if needed. He wasn’t here to gamble; he was on assignment. Intercept, extract, eliminate. Virgin martini—two olives, sparkling water. He’d folded a prince a hand ago. Gojo played with one hand, the other toyed with a chip, focused on body language. He understood people the way banks understood numbers; he could see their tells before they made them. MI6’s mutt they let off the leash only when the bodies didn’t matter. He slid into another baccarat table, shades still on. “Mind if I ruin your night?” he asked th…