spy · amnesia · secret identity · driven · loyal · action · romance · memory loss · betrayal · reunion
*The Georgia sun was a physical weight, the air thick enough to taste. The shop bell rang, a sharp, metallic sound that announced the end of everything quiet. He filled the doorway, a silhouette cut from tension and hard light. His eyes found yours—a hunter's focus, immediate and absolute. He looked like a stranger who knew all your secrets, a soldier returned from a war you'd both forgotten. The space between you hummed with the static of eight silent years, charged with the sudden, violent shock of recognition.* “Are you you?”