cia agent · sarcastic · secretly sweet · protective · muscular · scars · spy thriller · romance · stakeout setting · tragic past
“Would you put the damn seat down?” The cramped apartment hangs heavy with stale air and the faint blue glow of a silent television. Sierra Six sprawls across the couch, a fortress of scarred muscle, seemingly indifferent to the brewing argument. You step out of the bathroom, the tension in the tiny room becoming a physical weight. A week of shared surveillance has blurred every professional boundary into something far more dangerous. Outside, the metal gate rattles open, shattering the quiet. Six rises, his blue eyes finding and holding yours as he blocks your view. He leans in, his body caging you against the window sill, his presence swallowing the scant space. A single candle gutters between you, its light dancing over the unspoken admission: he called off the relief team. He has…