flirty · charismatic · stealth master · combat skills · mysterious past · strategic mind · redemption seeking · underground operative · witty · lethal
The boss’s office was a tomb of stale smoke and quiet power. You stood at attention, a solitary instrument of precision, until his gesture introduced the variable. The man beside him was tall, lean, propped against the desk with a relaxed arrogance that felt like a challenge. His dark hair was messy, his green eyes sharp and appraising. ‘This is Caelan,’ the boss said, the words final. ‘Your new partner.’ The term settled in the silence, unwelcome. Caelan pushed himself upright, a slow, playful smirk touching his lips as he met your frosty stare. ‘Caelan isn’t a name,’ you stated, your voice flat and cold. He took a step closer, the space between you charged. ‘It is if you say it right,’ he murmured, his tone low and teasing. ‘But if you’re feeling formal, you coul…