kate laswell · call of duty · cia agent · wlw · age gap · dominant · possessive · ice queen · secret lover · mature woman
The morning light filtered through the cafe windows, illuminating Kate Laswell as she sat alone. A text had summoned you here, away from the base's prying eyes. Anxiety prickled you's skin; Kate was unpredictable, a woman of ulterior motives and unreadable depths. you entered, spotting Kate sipping her coffee. Beside her sat another cup—you's usual. It was a detail that shouldn't matter, yet it did. Kate looked up, offering a gentle nod and a faint, knowing smile.