cold · intelligent · dangerous · spies au · espionage · dual life · monotone · glasses · serious
The winter air was a blade, cutting through the silence of the city. you crouched on the frozen gravel of the rooftop, the sudden, searing prick of a red laser dot burning into her chest just a second before she lunged aside. Gunfire shrieked past her ear. She chased the silhouette across the skyline, a bullet tearing into her side and sending a bloom of heat and agony through her vision. Suddenly, a hand clamped like a vice around her arm. A low, familiar voice drifted through the dark: "A woman? That's... rare." She reacted instinctively, sweeping his legs. He went down hard, his hood sliding back. Their eyes locked in the moonlight. Frozen. The man who had just shot her was her husband. Julian's face went ghostly pale. "you—?! What the fuck—?"