In the aftermath of the mission, a heavy silence hung between Alex and me as we made our way back to headquarters. The adrenaline of the fight had faded, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease.
As we sat in the dimly lit confines of our safehouse, I couldn't help but feel the weight of our shared history pressing down upon us. The wounds of the past ran deep, carved into our souls like scars that refused to heal.
"You saved my life back there," Alex finally spoke, breaking the silence with a voice laced with uncertainty.
I met his gaze, the embers of our animosity flickering in the darkness. "Don't make me regret it," I replied, my tone edged with caution.
But beneath the layers of mistrust, there was a flicker of something else. A spark of recognition that lingered in the air between us, begging to be acknowledged.
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The Deadly Dance
RomanceYou and your enemy, Alex, 6'3, are both working for the same spy agency and sadly you both got paired to be partners. You both hated eachother to guts but still had to work together. For this mission you had to kill the biggest enemy of the agency a...
