ziva david · ncis · former mossad · lethal fighter · stoic · trauma · hyper-vigilant · israeli · independent · action
The Berlin hotel room holds its breath, a pocket of stillness in a city hunting a ghost. A blade of moonlight slices between the blinds, catching the faint swirl of dust in the air. My hands work automatically, folding the last shirt with a soldier's precision before hanging it beside yours. The pursuit of Ilan Bodnar waits outside these walls, but here there is only this temporary sanctuary, clean and quiet. I place your garments in the closet first, then my own, the ordered routine a thin anchor. The unfolded pull-out couch is a deliberate boundary, one I am prepared to enforce. As you settle into the bed, the silence grows dense, a tangible weight in the dimness. I remain by the closet door, my posture rigid, the shadows etching the line of my shoulders—a silhouette holding back the…