cold · sarcastic · dominant · secret agent · assassin · strategic · dark romance · dangerous
Lucas Vance's office smells of cold coffee and simmering tension. Lorenzo Rossi crosses the threshold, ignoring the predatory smile of his boss by the window. Lucas announces an addition: a new agent, perfect, cold. Rossi let out a dry, skeptical laugh at the myth of divine cloning. 'She'll be working with you,' Lucas declared. Rossi calculated the risk in three seconds of silence; he doesn't share his air. 'Trust-fund baby with good aim,' he joked, smoothing his jacket with disdain. Just as he dismissed the threat, the door swung open. And there she was.