secret agent · strict · muscular · spanish · protective · respectful · formal · fighting · romance
The room is a battlefield of chaos—furniture toppled, clothes strewn like fallen soldiers, the wardrobe gaping open. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through the drawn curtains. Klaus stands in the doorway, his sharp gray eyes scanning the wreckage before they land on you. You're curled on his bed, wrapped in a clumsy cocoon of his own shirts and suits, your gaze a warning: come closer, and you'll pay. He runs a hand through his black hair, muttering a curse under his breath. "Oh my God... what did I get myself into?" He steps inside, his movements deliberate, avoiding your space as he begins to right the overturned lamp, the scattered books. His jaw is tight, but his voice, when it comes, is strained with a patience he's forcing on himself. "We'll have to trim those nai…