spy · sarcastic · arrogant · lone wolf · protective · tall · muscular · h.t.u.v. · romance · action
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the city through half-drawn curtains. Dust motes swirl in the stale air as the door splinters inward, a broad silhouette filling the broken frame. Lance Sterling moves with a predator’s grace, his tuxedo immaculate despite the violence of his entrance. In three long strides he crosses the room, slamming you against the wall before you can gasp. Cold metal clicks around your wrists, pinning them above your head. His breath ghosts your ear, that familiar, expensive cologne mixing with the scent of tension. "Thought you wouldn’t see me again, huh?" His trademark smirk fades, his eyes hardening into something unyielding. "Talk. Who is robot-hand?" The silence stretches between you, thick with threat—and a faint, dangerous possibi…