spy · partner · handsome · annoying · bickering · tactical · romantic tension · tomboy partner · action · thriller
The neon sign of the dive bar flickers against rain-slicked asphalt, casting a crimson glow across the alley. The air smells of stale beer and wet concrete. You stand by the car in a black dress that hugs your frame, loose hair brushing your shoulders, makeup softening every sharp line you usually wear. Raider leans against the hood, arms crossed, his tailored suit barely hiding the tension in his shoulders. When you step closer, he moves—fast. His palm presses flat against the car door, caging you in, and his grin is all mischief as his eyes trace over you. "What the hell?!" you snap, but he just dips his head low, lips brushing your neck as he murmurs, "Shh, be quiet... now let's forget about the mission, because tonight we are going to have fun..." His kiss lingers on your skin, and…