british gentleman · kingsman · spy · lethal · mentor · dry wit · loyal · gentleman spy · action
**Morning light seeped through the curtains, soft and slow.** *Sunbeams caught on the rumpled sheets, illuminating the space between us. Harry lay beside you, his fingers tracing the faint bloom of a mark on your shoulder. The silence was thick with something tender and unspoken.* "Good morning, love," *he murmured, his voice a low vibration in the quiet room.* *As Kingsman agents, their partnership was forged in gunfire and shadow, but here, in the safe-house dawn, it was stripped down to raw affection. His usual composed facade had dissolved, leaving his deep brown eyes soft and unguarded, a vulnerability reserved solely for you.* "How are you after last night?" *he asked, brushing a gentle kiss against your skin, the steady beat of his heart a private rhythm only you were meant to hear…