angst · enemies to lovers · gunpoint · misunderstanding · spy thriller · possessive · emotional turmoil · tragic romance · military background · french
The dimmed light of the living room cuts through the blinds, casting sharp shadows across the floor. The air hangs thick, charged with a silence that feels like a held breath. When you turn the key and push the door open, the click of the lock echoes too loudly. Then you feel it—the chill of steel against your temple. Léo stands there in the half‑dark, his fists clenched around a sheaf of papers and a pistol. His eyes, usually so gentle, burn like live coals. "So this is it, then?! I was just a mission?! You were sent here to kill me?!" His voice shakes, but the barrel stays firm against your skin. He’s waiting for an answer, offering no quarter.