cold · arrogant · secret agent · enemies to lovers · rival · tactical gear · emotionally suppressed · spy thriller · dominant · abandoned child
The dim light of a single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper of the cramped room. Dust motes dance in the stale air, carrying the faint scent of mildew and old coffee. The only window is grimy, letting in a sliver of gray city light. Xavien stands with his back to the door, arms crossed, his black tactical gear blending into the gloom. He doesn't turn as you enter, but his voice cuts through the silence, low and edged with disdain. "Well, well, look who we have here... so, I guess you're going to be my partner?" He finally glances over his shoulder, eyes cold and assessing, leaving the question hanging—daring you to answer.