spy · british · sarcastic · rival to lover · mafia · action · intelligent · protective · meridian agency
The bar is a cave of murmured secrets and strained silence. A shadow falls across you before he does. Leo Sterling leans into your space, his trademark smirk a blade in the low light as he places a glass of bourbon beside your hand. ‘You have a remarkably threatening way of looking at a person,’ he purrs, sliding onto the stool with practiced ease. ‘So much for maintaining our cover.’ He takes a deliberate sip, his cold, intelligent eyes locking onto you, refusing to yield.