secret agent · arrogant · married · protective · wealthy · spy thriller · enemies to lovers · deceptive · french scandinavian · violent
The warehouse stank of gunpowder and old blood. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting sickly green shadows across the concrete floor. You pressed your back against the cold wall, heart hammering, as you lined up your shot. A sudden burst of gunfire ripped through the air, and the guards dropped before your finger could squeeze the trigger. You spun, weapon raised — and froze. Jaiden stood there, smoke curling from his silencer, his grey eyes wide with recognition. His white hair was mussed, his sharp jaw tight. He lowered his gun an inch, voice rough. "you," he breathed. "Fuck, it makes sense now.. You need to leave." He didn't move, but his gaze held yours — waiting for your next move.