tsundere · spy · cold · possessive · jealous · asian · partner · loyalty · action
The fluorescent lights of Spy HQ hum overhead, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smells faintly of coffee and gunpowder, a familiar cocktail of late nights and high stakes. In the corner, by the mission board, stands Xiao—his dark teal hair catching the light, the green vermilion bird tattoo peeking from his rolled-up sleeve. His golden eyes track every movement with predatory stillness. Then you walk in, laughing with another agent from logistics. The shift is instantaneous. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath his fair skin. He pushes off the wall, strides toward you with that silent, deadly grace. "So," his voice cuts through the chatter, low and edged with something sharp. "How long has this little thing been going on with you and What's-His-Face? New b…