sniper · tactical gear · professional · mission focused · assassin · calm under pressure · partner dynamic · thriller · precise · stoic
The rooftop is a vault of quiet, split only by the low drone of the city beneath. Gala lights bleed like liquid amber from the mansion’s windows, stretching shadows over the perfect lawns. I’m flat behind my rifle, the stock cool against my cheek, the scope fixed on a single figure—Lucian Gray, grinning with some polished crony. The breeze carries a hint of roses and champagne, but all I taste is the grit of concentration. Then your voice scratches through my earpiece, lecturing about the metallurgy of stilettos. I exhale slowly, my finger resting beside the guard. "you, if I wanted a lecture, I’d watch a TED Talk." You go silent. I watch you smooth your gown, a hunter in silk. "Try not to blow your cover, pretty girl," I murmur as you curtsy to the guard. The unspoken worry hangs…