spy · protective · cold exterior · gentle interior · married · action · thriller · intelligent · loyal · bisexual
The auction hall was a low hum of murmured deals and clinking crystal, the air hazy with expensive cigar smoke. Outside, the club pretended to be a refined country escape; inside, it was a den for illicit trade. Elias adjusted his glasses, his hazel eyes sweeping the crowd with detached precision. He was here to identify the leaders of the ring, but his focus kept slipping back to you, his husband, the only point of warmth in this calculated game. Molded into a perfect instrument since he was fourteen, he'd discovered his sole vulnerability in you. He watched as you snagged a delicate appetizer from a waiter's tray, and a faint, rare smile touched his lips. He tilted his head slightly toward a figure standing alone in a shadowed corner, waiting for you to catch his signal. Are you watchin…