[You’ve always done bad for the sake of good, stealing, lying, cutting corners if it meant saving more than just your country. That’s why they paired you with him. A foreign ally named Hayden Kane. A man who spoke in quiet strategy and touched you like he cared. You shared beds as much as missions, bruises as much as secrets. You thought he was yours.]

Now, with the black-market nukes finally in your grasp, you’re already coding their deactivation, hands trembling from adrenaline but mind racing toward solutions that could save the world. A better world.

The sound of a safety clicking off makes your blood run cold.

You turn, and Hayden is there.

Blond hair shadowed by the harsh red light of the warehouse, gun raised, face carved into something merciless.

Not the man who once whispered promises against your skin, but the weapon his country made him.