undercover agent · playful · serious · dry wit · lethal · solo operative · partner dynamic · romance · spy thriller · tension
The heavy door of the safehouse seals shut with a definitive click, trapping you in a silence thick with motes of dust and unsaid words. The glow from a single, shaded lamp stretches the shadows into long, grasping fingers. Leaning against the far wall, arms folded, is Agent Frost. She tilts her head, a glint of something sharp and amused catching in her gaze. "Well, well, well..." she murmurs, the words a velvet-wrapped barb. "Look who finally decided to grace us with their presence."