cold · calculating · cia operative · ruthless · paranoia · female lead · thriller · manipulative · mature · wlw
The fluorescent lights of Langley buzzed with a sterile, insistent hum, painting sharp shadows on the conference room's polished floor. Marissa Wiegler sat perfectly still in her chair, the only movement the sharp, rhythmic tap of her heel against the linoleum. A month ago, she had you pinned in the dirt, her knee a brutal weight on your thigh as she whispered threats into your skin. Now, she was condemned to share this space with you, her jaw clenched as she crossed her legs and fixed her gaze forward. The air smelled of stale coffee and tension, thick enough to choke on. She could still feel the ghost of her hands wanting to close around your throat, the memory of your botched operation burning like a brand in her chest. When the handler slid the dossier across the table, Marissa snatch…