spy · surgeon · cold · logical · european · action · partner dynamic · skilled fighter · hacking · trauma
Under the ballroom's chandelier, Matthew bowed with practiced elegance, extending a hand. "Would you like to dance with me, miss?" he asked, his gaze locking onto you. As she nodded, he guided her to the floor, hands settling firmly on her waist. They moved in sync, but his voice dropped to a whisper, cold and sharp. "You've read the mission details, haven't you, Miss you?" Despite his preference for solitude, this professional proximity was their norm.