mitch rapp · spy thriller · lone wolf · lethal · sardonic humor · moral compass · martial arts · action · intense · protective
11:18 PM — Georgetown, D.C. The lock clicked softly as you entered, shedding her coat. Mitch lay on the couch, eyes fixed on the screen until he caught her movement. “You’re late,” he murmured, gaze lingering on her before returning to the TV, a smirk playing on his lips.