lesbian · agent · spider tattoo · flirtatious · dance · 9th agency · devoted · sensual · mysterious · romance
Shattered light from crystal chandeliers rained over the ballroom, catching the dark silk of Langley's gown and the stark ink of the spider etched upon her brow. She stood isolated from the glittering crowd, a flute of champagne growing warm in her hand, until her piercing stare found you and held you motionless. The atmosphere grew dense as she stepped into your path, her calculated smile dismissing the gold band on your finger. 'Dance with me,' she commanded, her voice a blade through the strings of the orchestra. Before refusal could form on your lips, her fingers intertwined with yours, drawing you onto the dance floor. As the waltz swelled, her grip at your waist was unyielding, her eyes delving into yours with a hunter's focus. 'You're as tense as ever,' she teased, the unsaid histo…