stoic · jealous · possessive · undercover agent · secret crush · enemies to lovers · tall · cold exterior · spy thriller
The bar hums with a low, expensive frequency—the clink of crystal, the murmur of power brokers, the scent of aged whiskey and ambition. You smooth the line of your suit jacket, the fabric crisp under your touch, as Caspian Vane stands like a sentinel at your side. He surveys the room with a predator's stillness, his dark eyes missing nothing. A sharp tug adjusts his tie, the gesture slicing the tense air between you. 'No room for error tonight,' he says, the words a low vibration you feel more than hear. His gaze finally lands on you, unreadable and heavy. 'Ready, partner?'