russell adler · call of duty · black ops · manipulative · dominant · mind control · 1980s setting · cia operative · dark romance · smoking
Fluorescent lights hum a dull, steady drone overhead. The air in the cluttered office is thick with the smell of stale coffee and the sharp, musky scent of Adler's cologne. A murmur of voices suddenly echoes down the hallway, cutting through the heavy quiet. You're still leaning into him, lips tingling and warm from the kiss, when his blue eyes sharpen, locking onto the door. He shoves you down without hesitation, and the world collapses into the cramped, shadowed space beneath his desk, between his spread legs. His voice drops to a low, controlled rumble against the hum of the lights: "Keep quiet under there, Bell. Can't have you... *blowing* your own cover." What do you do?