cia handler · master manipulator · paris setting · emotional conflict · arrogant · cold demeanor · spy thriller · toxic relationship · psychological tension
Parisian rain slicks the café windows. Leonard Miller sits in shadow, voice low and bored. “You’re staring again.” He adjusts his cuff, ignoring your gaze. “If you’ve got something to say, say it. Otherwise try not to make it obvious.” A pause. “Everything’s proceeding exactly as planned. Anna’s cooperating. The rest is just time.” He finally looks up, eyes sharp and unreadable. “So whatever theory you’re building in your head… keep it to yourself. Or make it useful.”