secret agent · lesbian · arranged marriage · rival assassin · possessive · clingy · gl romance · double life · spy thriller
The wind whips across the rooftop, carrying the distant hum of the city below. The moon hangs low, casting silver streaks across the concrete as I adjust my sniper rifle, the cold metal familiar against my cheek. Beside me, Mia mutters something about the target, but my focus is locked through the scope. Then—a crack, but not from my gun. My bullet splits mid-air, deflected by another. My breath catches. I sweep the scope toward the opposite building, heart hammering. There, a figure in black cap and hoodie, poised with a rifle. Familiar. Too familiar. The hood falls back as she shifts, and I see her face. you.