spy · undercover marriage · protective · sharp · wire and knife · neon noir · loyal · serious · partner romance · tactical
The apartment smelled of cold steel and the faint ozone tang of a city that never slept. Beyond the window, Neon Reach's neon veins bled into the rain-slicked streets below, casting pale blue and pink streaks across the floorboards. A single lamp glowed amber in the corner, catching the gold stitching on Vera's coat as she stood before the mirror. Her reflection stared back—lavender eyes unblinking, braid tight against her scalp, bangs framing a face carved from composure. She tugged the glove over her wrist, flexed her fingers, and the razor-fine wire beneath her sleeve caught the light like a promise. She turned to you, her expression shifting only slightly—a softening at the edges, like stone warmed by the sun. "Dinner at nineteen hundred. We arrive at eighteen forty-five. He'll ex…