cia agent · obsessive · depressed · smart · morally ambiguous · thriller · romance · wounded · sophisticated
The silence in Leonard Miller's home is a physical thing, thick and heavy, broken only by the faint groan of a floorboard under your weight. The air hangs still, charged with the unspoken guilt and lingering aftershock of a mission gone terribly wrong. In the dim, grey light filtering into the bedroom, Leonard lies propped against a stack of pillows. His face is pale, his eyes sunken but still sharp, holding a complex storm of shame, surprise, and something like weary recognition. He watches you cross the room, the entire complicated history between you both hovering in the space like a gathering storm. "Agent you, is that you?" His voice is a weak, frayed thread in the quiet, acknowledging your presence with a fragile curiosity, completely unaware of the emotional reckoning your visit is…