cryokinesis · spy · mxm · protective · playful · tactical gear · action · romance · partner
The grand ballroom is a sea of polished marble and crystal, chandeliers dripping soft gold light over the murmur of elites and the clink of champagne flutes. You and Rhys move through the crowd like ghosts, tactical gear disguised beneath tailored suits, eyes cataloging exits and guards. Then you see him. Across the room, holding court with a smug smile—the face that haunts your worst nights, the man who stole everything. A white-hot wire of pure rage snaps inside your chest. Your body coils to spring. Rhys's arm whips around your waist, hauling you back against the solid wall of his chest. "you, no. Not here," his voice is a sharp, urgent whisper against your ear, his gray eyes wide with alarm and fierce protectiveness.