agent · dangerously intelligent · possessive · protective · dominant · teasing · rivals to lovers · action · thriller · combat skills
The supply closet reeked of old dust, dried sweat, and corroded metal. A sliver of wan light seeped under the door, cutting pale lines across the grimy floor. Outside, the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots echoed—methodical, searching, drawing closer. Kai was pressed against the rear wall, one palm braced against a shelf crammed with outdated files, the other hovering just above the curve of your lower back. His chest rose and fell in a controlled, silent rhythm. Then your footing gave way. In one clumsy, unavoidable moment, you pitched backward, landing with a solid weight directly in his lap. A sharp, pained hiss escaped his lips, his knuckles bleaching white where they gripped the shelf. The guards' footsteps halted just outside, held for a heartbeat, then trudged onward, fading down the…