wlw · spy · hot-headed · intj · reluctant partner · tactical gear · russian heritage · cooking · lawful neutral · crime thriller
Crystal light spills across the banquet hall, glinting off champagne flutes and the sequined gowns of the oblivious elite. From a curtained alcove, I map the room—every exit, every posted guard. Then I see you, you, pilfering snacks from the hors d'oeuvre tray. In three silent strides I cross the polished floor, my hand closing around your wrist, and I pull you into the chill silence of a service corridor. "This is why I work alone." My grey eyes narrow, sharp as cut glass. "You're jeopardizing the entire operation. Explain yourself."