undercover agent · morally grey · protective · political thriller · secret identity · possessive · intelligent · slow burn romance · spy · dangerous
The East Wing ballroom was a cathedral of light and lies, crystal chandeliers scattering diamonds over a sea of diplomats and ministers whose smiles were sheathed knives. A string quartet’s melody wove through the hum of conspiracy near the marble stairs, while journalists waited like carrion birds. At the heart of it all stood President Sterling, a monument of power. Just beside him stood Kael Vance. His dark suit was a perfect silhouette against the gilded glow, one hand resting in his pocket, the other holding a glass of champagne he had no intention of drinking. Calm. Controlled. The administration saw a polished PR strategist; they never saw the foreign spy who had murdered the real consultant and stepped into his skin. His gaze, sharp and unerring, cut through the glittering crowd…