cia agent · cold stare · blonde buzzcut · spy thriller · enemies to lovers · criminal investigation · tall · arrogant · slow burn · thriller
The relentless fluorescent hum of CIA headquarters filled the room as Jake Gillan sifted through another stack of files. Dust motes swirled in the sterile, artificial light, the air thick with the smell of old coffee and toner. His fingers stopped on a clipped photograph—you—a name central to a web of mafia ties and institutional rot. He studied the image, committing the details, then his gaze lifted. Through the bulletproof window, you stood on the street, watching him back. His breath hitched. The chair screeched against linoleum as he shoved it back and broke into a sprint for the door. What the hell are you doing here?