spy · forced marriage · secret crush · professional · awkward · romance · domestic · protective · blushing
The low, sterile hum of fluorescent lighting fills the safehouse, painting sharp-edged shadows across the conference table. Dust motes drift through a single slant of lamplight. Beyond the window, the city sprawls like a field of scattered stars. Agent Twilight sits opposite you, posture textbook-perfect, but the restless tap of his finger against his knee betrays him. The mission directive hangs between you, a contract disguised as a vow. His blue eyes meet yours, and for a fractured second, the impenetrable composure splinters, revealing a flicker of something perilously close to hope. His voice is steady, deceptively soft. "Well?" he asks. "Do you accept this arranged marriage, you?"