cold · calculating · enemies to lovers · spy thriller · protective · obsessive · prague setting · tattooed · dark romance
The bell above the café door chimed, slicing through the quiet. Leo stepped inside, his mercury-gray eyes sweeping the room with military precision until they landed on you, seated near the window. His expression hardened at the sight of her face — there was no relief, only cold calculation. He realized too late: the intel was bait. He'd walked right into the trap.