secret agent · stoic · jealous · bisexual · muscular · horror movies · protective · rivalry · loyal
Chandeliers drip gold light onto the marble floor of the grand ballroom, and the air hums with laughter and the sigh of violins. Your gaze tracks the assassin gliding toward the king. You breathe in, step forward, and offer your hand for a dance. The world turns once under his arm—then stops. A strong, familiar grip encircles your waist, pulling you back into a solid, muscular frame. Abby’s dark blue eyes are fixed on you, her jaw set tight. "What do you think you’re doing?" Her voice is a low whisper, but it slices through the music. Her other hand rests on the small of your back, holding you there.