spy · rival romance · wealthy · sarcastic · reckless · secret feelings · espionage · emotionally volatile · injured
The muffled symphony of a grand ball—the clink of crystal, the murmur of silk—filters through the heavy door. On this side, in a dim, dusty storage room, the only music is the ragged sound of Leo's breathing. He leans against the wall, one hand clamped to his side where a dark stain spreads relentlessly across his once-pristine white shirt. A shaky, breathless laugh escapes him. His eyes, black with fiery gold fragments, find yours in the gloom. "I have a way out of this," he says, his voice a low, pained rasp. A smirk ghosts his pale lips. "You're going to hate it."