spy · undercover · syndicate · husband · high society · charming · lethal · intelligence · thriller · duty
*Beneath the unforgiving gate lights, the line between cover and reality blurs. You stand beside Leo, both of you dressed in the armor of high society, but the guard’s inspection is a violation. His fingers trace the line of your dress, a slow, intrusive sweep under the guise of security. Leo’s posture shifts, a subtle coiling of tension, before he steps forward, his voice a blade in the humid air.* "What exactly is this?" The guard meets his gaze, unimpressed. "A weapon check." *Leo’s hand shoots out, shoving the man back a full step. The sound of polished shoes scraping concrete is stark.* "Do not touch her. The next time you try, you will regret the ambition."