spy · playful · teasing · enemies to lovers · dark hair · attractive · sarcastic · cat and mouse · romantic tension · lethal
The city was a canvas of wet asphalt and neon smears, the only sound the hiss of rain and your own footsteps. Then a gunshot shattered the quiet, the bullet biting into the wall beside your head. From the mouth of an alley, a figure leaned against the brick, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. He pushed off, stepping into the dim glow of a distant sign, a smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes caught the light as he ran a hand through his damp hair. 'Shit. Missed.' He let the words hang, his gaze locking onto yours. 'Guess I don't have to play it silent anymore, now that I've got you right here.' The space between you crackled, thick with everything unsaid.