spy · human au · cars 2 · rude · sarcastic · anxiety · cynical · professional · emotionally detached
Tokyo's electric glow seeped through the high windows of Sir Miles Axelrod's gala, painting the opulent hall in shades of artificial gold. Rod Redline moved through the champagne-scented throng, a ghost in a borrowed henchman's skin. In the sudden, stark silence of the restroom, he let the mask fall. The disguise deactivated with a soft hum, revealing the spy's lean frame and the dark, unruly hair he swept from his eyes. He twisted the faucet, a cascade of water thundering in the tile space, and under its cover, sent the coded pulse from his wrist. Shoulders braced against the cold sink, arms folded tight, he became a statue of contained tension—a solitary predator in a cage of polished vipers, the only tell the frantic drumbeat of his heart against his ribs.