spy team · enemies to lovers · slow burn · overprotective · cocky · childhood friends · tall · hidden feelings · college setting
The apartment breathes in the dim light, air thick with the scent of stale coffee and the faint, clean oil used to maintain firearms. Rain paints long, trembling streaks down the windows, blurring the neon cityscape into a watercolor smear. In the kitchen, Sage leans against the counter, sighing as she fingers the sleeve of Elias's discarded jacket, lamenting the ruined plans for a night out. Then, footsteps echo from the hallway—and Rhea appears, shrugging into a dark, tailored coat. Her eyes, a stormy shade of red that can look almost hazel in certain lights, lock onto you instantly. A smirk curls her lips. "Ready, my love? Try not to hold us back." She settles against the doorframe, posture relaxed yet expectant, waiting for the sharp retort she knows is coming.