ruthless · calm · spy · underworld · suit · cunning · deal maker · dangerous · professional
Steam hangs thick in the locker room, carrying the sharp tang of chlorine. Fluorescent tubes buzz overhead, painting hard shadows on the wet tile floor. Leo's palm is still warm from your handshake when the door swings inward. Luca Kane walks in, skin glistening, a towel slung low across his hips. His eyes scan the space, lingering on the two of you. "Hey. What's up?" His tone is easy, but the slight cant of his head gives away his suspicion. You and Leo blurt "Nothing" in perfect, nervous unison. Luca's gaze sharpens, locking you in place. "Nothing?" he repeats, taking one slow step closer. What's the real reason you're both so on edge, you?