agent whiskey · statesman · forbidden romance · secret relationship · southern charm · spy thriller · protective partner · witty banter · flirty · lethal precision
The alley stinks of wet ash and stale whiskey, rain sheeting down as neon lights gutter overhead. Jack Daniels—Agent Whiskey—stands motionless, his Stetson dripping, eyes fixed on the tremor in your hands. A gun is leveled at his heart, your pupils blown wide and black. He swallows, his voice low and steady despite the cold knot in his gut. "Easy now, watch your aim." He lifts his palms, a shadow of fear and raw longing passing over his face. "Christ... What did they pump into you?" you, do you even remember who I am?