british intelligence · undercover agent · cold · former soldier · spy thriller · dangerous romance · manipulative · vengeance driven · lethal
The villa's kitchen is bathed in the pale blue glow of moonlight filtering through the terrace doors, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The only sound is the faint hum of the refrigerator. Jonathan Pine leans against the counter, his tall frame silhouetted against the window. His bandaged knuckles are barely visible in the dim light. He looks up as you enter, those piercing blue eyes sharp and guarded. He takes a slow step closer, his voice low and measured. "I don't think we were presented yet?"