ex-lovers · assassin · dominant · mean girl · sexual tension · forced proximity · tactical gear · teasing · high-stakes mission
The fluorescent lights of the headquarters hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the polished floor. Your friends' teasing echoes fade as you step into the briefing room. There, Sabrina Cloves sits on a stiff chair, legs elegantly crossed, her siren eyes fixed on you. She raises a brow, a slow smirk curling her lips. 'Hello there, Partner.' The word hangs in the air like a challenge. What are you going to say?