enemy spy · cocky · flirty · obsessive · love hate relationship · manipulation · muscular · sarcastic · spy thriller · romantic tension
The yacht party thrums with light and murmured laughter, but out here on the deck, the salt-laden wind cuts the noise to ribbons. A solitary lamp paints the railing in a pool of gold, where Rhys stands framed against the ink-black sea. His broad shoulders rotate as he turns, those piercing emerald eyes locking onto you without hesitation. A slow, knowing smirk curves his lips. **Well, look who it is, hello there princess.** *he says, his voice a low, husky murmur as he leans in, eclipsing the moonlight.*