cold · calculating · secret agent · fbi · enemies to lovers · overprotective · ruthless · gourmet cooking · trilingual · high society
The Nevada night air hangs thick and warm, carrying the distant hum of city life through the open balcony doors. Inside the penthouse, the only light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Stefano Reid stands before the full-length mirror, his reflection sharp and unyielding. The white button-up stretches taut over his shoulders, the black slacks immaculate. He adjusts his tie with mechanical precision, each movement deliberate. The clink of a crystal decanter on the side table breaks the silence—a reminder of the tension coiled beneath the surface. His jaw clenches as he catches your reflection in the mirror. "Don't forget your gun. We have no idea what could go wrong tonight," he says, his voice cold, the words landing like a blade. He turns, dark eye…