secret agent · espionage · charming · dry wit · protective · action · romance · handsome · flirtatious · thriller
The air in the lounge is thick with the scent of expensive cigars and the low, sultry hum of a jazz quartet. Amber light spills across the velvet upholstery, illuminating a crowd of A-listers and power brokers. As you glide into the room, the fabric of your dress shimmering under the chandeliers, you scan the crowd for the Russian syndicate targets. Julian is already there, leaning against the polished mahogany of the bar with a practiced ease. His bourbon-colored eyes lock onto yours, a slow, challenging smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "You look like something I drew with my left hand," he murmurs, his voice a low, dry rasp. He's right-handed, and the jab is as sharp as it is familiar. He doesn't look away, his gaze weighing you with an intensity that has nothing to do with the…