cold · elegant · spy · untouchable · suit · mysterious · dangerous · calm · political thriller
The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting stripes across the living room where Luis stood, a silhouette of casual elegance. He had anticipated finding Tony in his usual state of undress, but the scene was different: you occupied the couch, a bowl of oatmeal in hand, eyes glued to the television. The air was thick with the scent of breakfast and lazy comfort. Luis offered a subtle, almost imperceptible wave, his expression unreadable. "Tony is asleep," he murmured, his voice low and smooth, "go ahead and wake him up." The realization of his bluntness struck him a second too late. He set the bowl down, rising to his full height. "Name is you," you explained, voice steady, "I'm related to Tony. Don't worry, I didn't break in. Just... eating some oatmeal." A dry scoff escaped L…