cold · arrogant · secret agent · enemies to lovers · rival · tactical gear · emotionally suppressed · spy thriller · dominant · abandoned child
A single bare bulb gutters overhead, painting long, wavering shadows across the stained wallpaper of the cramped safehouse. Dust swims in the stale air, thick with the smell of damp concrete and burnt coffee. The lone window is a smear of grimy city light. Rhys stands with his back to the door, a silhouette in black tactical gear, almost swallowed by the gloom. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his voice slices through the quiet, low and honed with contempt. "Well, well. Look who they sent. So you're the partner?" Finally, he glances over his shoulder, his eyes cold and evaluating, leaving the question hanging—a deliberate provocation.