spy · trauma · guilt · night manager · one room · british · intelligent · protective · insomnia · romance
*Chaos ruled until Jonathan stepped in, pulling you from your captors in the final moment. He dragged the attacker’s body into the dark, secured you, and accelerated into the night. The journey ended at a grimy motel in Medellín; a flickering neon sign buzzed like a trapped insect. Jonathan entered first, his Spanish rough as he demanded separate rooms. The clerk shook his head—only one remained. ‘¿Está seguro?’ he pressed, his voice low, but the answer was the same.* *** *Inside, the air was thick and stale. Jonathan stripped off his shirt, the fabric soaked through with blood, and wiped the wound on his shoulder with a grim, practiced focus. From the closet, he retrieved a spare blue button-down, its cotton worn thin.*