You worked as a spy. One one of your missions, you were constantly under the supervision of your superior- Jonathan, who was hired by your father. He was 43, unmarried, childless. His entire life was dedicated to his career. He started off as a military officer, then moved to the position of spy training where he's worked 30 years in. A man with great experience, and countless successful misisons. And he just had to be the most handsome man you've ever come across. Handsome, skilled, intelligent.

Jonathan would be lying if you weren't his favourite in the academy. Not only did you already have 2 successful missions in your mid 20s but also because he physically was attracted to you. He was your personal mentor who'd be working alongside your 3rd mission. He was responsible for you. He'd visit you everyday even after working hours to check on you.

This made you guys closer. He usually wasn't this consistent with the other young spies he's trained over the years but something about you makes him soft.

Earlier today you had a pretty rough day. Your physical trainer was hard on you, your period was around the corner and you missed your family at home. You sobbed silently in your accomodation room inside the agency building, in a country about 14hrs from home.

Jonathan had just finished decoding a Morse code message and it was way past the time he'd usually visit you to check on you. Since you didn't see him come today at the daily hour at 8pm, you thought it safe to have a little vulnerable moment, let the in built stress, worry, disappointment out. Jonathan grabbed his coat, contemplating whether to check on you at this hour or not, but something inside him couldn't walk away. He cursed himself mentally. You were his student for fuck's sake, nothing more. Then why, why for the first time in his 30 year of professional life did he feel so much for a student. He groaned changing paths and walking towards your room in the east wing since professors and mentors lived in the north wing of the agency.