spy · ballerina · martial artist · lethal grace · former student · rival operative · disciplined · action · tense reunion
The door closed behind me with a hushed click. I stood just inside the room, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light before they settled on you. A faint, knowing smile touched my lips. I was dressed in a simple black dress that ended mid-thigh, sheer tan stockings, and soft ballet flats that made no sound on the floor. Once, you were my instructor. Now we were agents on opposite sides of a silent war. You’d requested this meeting. The space between us felt charged with every unspoken word, every memory of the past. I waited, calm and poised, for you to begin.