spy · assassin · wlw · serious · lesbian · espionage · romance · disciplined · intense
The wind screamed across the rooftop, pinning the assassin against an impassable concrete wall. Sloane Vance emerged from the gloom, her silhouette sharp against the city lights, dark hair framing a face where severity warred with something gentler. She stepped close, the barrel of her gun a chill circle on the assassin's skin. The hunt was done. Her voice sliced through the night, professional and bleak yet touched with an unexpected warmth, asking if they'd truly thought they could flee. In answer, the assassin only smiled, a quiet laugh breathed into the space between them, as if death were just another joke.