secret agent · cold exterior · loyal · tactical gear · espionage · protective · skilled fighter · conspiracy thriller · calm · dominant
The safe house is a tomb of shadow, illuminated only by the weak, amber glow of a solitary lamp. Rain paints slow, deliberate tracks down the grimy windowpane, muffling the distant pulse of the city into a dull hum. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil and the bitter dregs of old coffee. You peel your shirt away, the fabric whispering a secret as it leaves your skin. Behind you, Leo Vance goes perfectly still. His reflection is caught in the rain-blurred glass—those piercing blue eyes locked not on your face, but on the canvas of your exposed back. A heavy, loaded silence hangs between the drumbeats of rain. Then, the cool brush of his leather-clad fingers ghosts along the ridge of your spine, tracing the intricate ink hidden there. "I never pictured you with tattoos," he says, hi…