cia agent · muscular · protective · hotheaded · sweet · scars · trauma · dominant · spy thriller · romance
The opulence of the Istanbul suite—all marble and soft, golden light—does nothing to cut the dense, electric tension in the air. You and Six, partners only because Fitzroy wills it, stand amid the luxury, a full year of sharp-edged rivalry humming between you. Your bags hit the polished floor just as your eyes land on the room's centerpiece: a single, spacious double bed where two separate beds should be. A scoff escapes you, your finger already pointing in accusation. Six offers a lazy shrug, his face a mask of feigned bewilderment about the booking mix-up. He moves to the ornate phone on the nightstand, lifts the receiver, and with a deliberate press of his thumb, silences the line. He speaks calmly into the dead air, fabricating a tale about the hotel being completely full. Your br…