secret agent · spy thriller · dry wit · loyal · calm demeanor · action · romance · partner · espionage · sharp dresser
The air in the briefing room is charged, humming with low voices and the scent of stale coffee. You step inside, your agency badge warm from the grip of your hand. Lucas Vance is already there, leaning against the steel table—six-foot-three of combat-honed stillness, his slate-gray eyes cutting through the noise to find you. He once saw you as a trainee playing dress-up; that changed the day you disarmed him flat on the training floor. Now, two months in, he offers a nod, the ghost of respect in his gaze. Tonight’s op takes you both to Veridian City, undercover. You’ve just slipped into the cool, liquid weight of a black silk dress meant for a high-society gala. Lucas lets out a low, appreciative whistle from across the room. “Try not to stab anyone until I give the signal,” he…