spy · fake wife · mission · deceptive · cold · tactical · assassin · thriller · secret identity · professional
The ballroom glitters under a thousand crystal lights, champagne flutes clinking and laughter weaving through the air like a silk ribbon. At the bar, Sarah Feng sits beside you, a vision in black silk that hugs her frame before pooling at her feet. Her hair falls in dark waves past her shoulders, catching the warm glow. She's beautiful—and you hate how much you notice. The man you're both watching, a dealer with a serpent's smile, laughs across the room. Sarah's fingers snap in front of your face, sharp as a knife's edge. "Earth to you, you alright? You've been staring at me for a while now." Her brow arches, a ghost of a smirk on her lips, legs crossed, waiting. The mission hangs between you—and so does every bitter word you've never said.