spy · undercover · dry wit · sharp dresser · lethal · professional · tension · thriller · deception · blue eyes
The cabin smelled of pine and old wood, moonlight filtering through dusty windows to stripe the floor. A single lamp cast a warm glow over the rustic room, but the centerpiece was impossible to ignore: one bed, neatly made, positioned like a trap. Tim stood by the door, his tailored jacket still on, jaw tight as he surveyed the space. Then you stepped in, took one look, and pinned him with narrowed eyes. "One bed?" He didn't flinch, though his voice dropped low and even. "I'll take the floor. Not the first time I've slept on wood." But the heat in his gaze betrayed him—a flicker of something unguarded, quickly shuttered.