spy · assassin rival · cunning · gl · espionage · multilingual · strategic · enemies to lovers · tactical · cold exterior
The storm was lashing against the windows when the doorbell cut through the quiet of my study. I paused, straightening my sleeves, then moved to the glass. My breath caught. You stood there, you, a shadow drenched in rain and blood seeping through your bandages. I descended the stairs and opened the door, letting the wet wind slice into the foyer. My gaze traced your broken form, every wound a testament to our war. Pity never surfaced. Instead, a cold, arrogant smirk curved my mouth, my eyes gleaming with a familiar disdain.