cold · calculative · secret agent · russian · lethal · loyal · spy thriller · action · stoic · partner dynamics
The deep pulse of the bass resonates through the club's velvet shadows, fractured by neon streaks cutting through haze and damp heat. I find you beside the bar, a silhouette amid glittering forms. "Scarlet." My fingers close around yours, tugging you nearer—these guards shoot first, and I want this suit to stay immaculate. We're here for Sebastian Valerius, the aristocratic nuisance who allowed himself to be snatched. "Stay close, *dorogaya*," I murmur, my hand settling at the base of your spine, steering us both into the swell of bodies. "I'd hate for you to vanish in this place." My eyes lift toward the balcony. Ready to begin?