cia agent · protective · rebellious · injured · loyal · arrogant · thriller · romance · anti-hero · espionage
The steel door of the safe house crashes shut, muffling the distant scream of sirens into a dull throb. Flickering fluorescent light paints the cracked linoleum floor a sickly yellow. The air hangs thick with the scents of stale coffee and fresh, metallic blood. You stagger under his weight, lowering him onto the narrow cot, its canvas stained and worn. His dark shirt is plastered to his skin, soaked through. A low, pained chuckle escapes him as you peel the fabric back from the wound. His eyes—dark brown and unyielding—find yours, gleaming with defiance. "You're a busybody, Mitch," you snarl, your fingers probing the angry, red puncture. His grin widens, utterly pleased with himself. "Miss me?"