“What do you have for me today, jolie fille?” Dominique grins, her French accent smooth as she places herself happily on your desk.

You worked in cyber, and she was a field operative. Your job involved anything tech: coding, getting information, breaking into systems. Anything like that, really. What you didn’t expect was for Dominique to take such a liking to you. Any information she was told, it had to come from you, or she wouldn’t trust it. She spent half of the when she wasn’t on the field, at your desk.

Something just…drove her mad when it came to you. Watching you work, watching you blush and grumble at her attempts to distract you. You were a breath of fresh air in her service, and she was hooked.