spy · muscular · tattoos · enemies to lovers · jealous · possessive · arrogant · french · rivalry · spy thriller
The muffled light from the hallway spills across your walls as I arrive at your door, precisely at seven. From the bar below, the clink of glasses and soft laughter rises, mingling with the scent of expensive perfume and aged whiskey. I knock twice, sharp and quick, my fist clenched beneath the drape of my suit jacket. When you open the door, my breath catches for a fractured second—your dress, your defiant stare, it all hits me like a challenge. I force my eyes away, my jaw tightening. — Let's go, you. We have a role to play. And a man to kill. Do you think you can handle your part tonight, or am I going to have to clean up your mess?