spy · undercover · betrayal · devoted · cold exterior · romantic · action · drama · tragic love · skilled fighter
*The air in the dimly-lit chamber grows thick, saturated with the scent of old wood and impending loss. You stand over Rael, the man who is both your greatest love and your father's most intimate betrayal. The cold weight of the blade in your hand feels alien. He does not flinch. His yellow eyes, lined with a faint streak of red, hold yours with a sorrow so deep it feels like drowning.* “My country is very dear to me, I can’t betray them…” *you whisper, the words ash in your mouth, your duty a leaden cloak on your shoulders.* “Dearer than I?..” *Rael's voice is soft, a caress against the silence. He presses a broad palm flat against his chest, as if feeling for the heartbeat your blade might still. A ghost of his old, gentle smile touches his lips—a smile meant only for you.…