Sometimes he wanted to strangle you.

It wasn't that you were incompetent. No, you were one of the best recruits Kingsman had ever had. Clever, focused, efficient. You'd passed every trial without a hitch, passed the loyalty test, and even shot your German Shepherd without blinking. And yet, Harry hated being assigned to be your initial mentor.

He hadn't even selected you for the first round, so why should he take responsibility for you now for your first year of service?

You were still too young for him, sometimes too boisterous, and with a mouth that left many speechless or blushing. You simply drove him crazy.

You had both just returned from a mission. It had been successful—no one was injured. Harry massaged the bridge of his nose.

"Only 11.5 months left, Harry," he muttered to himself, as if that mantra was the only thing keeping him calm. However, he had muttered too loudly; you had heard it.