find me || ❝ True love only comes once, if you're lucky you might get to experience it twice. ❞
in which the truth ruins everything again.
jay halstead x oc
season 10- (five years later)
started: 26th November, 2022.
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Jay and Atalia’s apartment was abuzz with activity as they prepared for their new mission. Jay was adjusting his jacket, feeling the weight of his vest settle under his shirt him. “We’re going undercover.” he said, trying to sound enthusiastic but failing to mask his growing apprehension.
"The least you can do is sound a little.... happy?" Atalia spoke softly as she fixed up her hair.
Jay sighed but couldn’t help but smile. “What am I supposed to be happy about? You get to be a rich and a confident woman and I get to be the grumpy bodyguard who looks like he’d rather be anywhere else?”
“You got it,” Atalia said with a smirk. “Just remember, keep the scowl in check and look menacing. And please try not to make any more of those ‘I’m too cool for this’ faces.”
Jay adjusted his earpiece and gave her a mock salute. “A) I don't make that face but aye, aye, Captain, I guess.”
As they finished gearing up, Jay caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Black leather jacket, green shirt underneath and a serious expression donned on his face. He had to blend in but yet he still looked the part of a no-nonsense bodyguard. Atalia, on the other hand, was dressed in a red leather jacket and knee high boots, that screamed rebel. Which was exactly what they needed.
The agents arrived at the location, a club with an exterior easy to overlook as it was nestled between two worn brick buildings. A flickering neon sign reading "The Den" was the only indication of its presence. The dark, weathered bricks and barred windows hinted at the secrecy within. The dimly lit club was a labyrinth of shadows and noise, the perfect setting for the illicit deals that went down nightly.
As Jay and Atalia entered, the pulsating beat of the music washed over them, mingling with the low murmur of conversations and the sharp clink of glasses.
Atalia was a vision of confidence, her outfit carefully chosen to blend in and yet stand out just enough to draw the right kind of attention. She wore dark jeans that clung to her form, paired with a sleek, red leather jacket that complemented the low-cut top underneath. Her hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded over her shoulders, and her makeup was just enough to highlight her striking features without making her look overdone. She looked every bit the part of a woman who could hold her own in a place like this.
Jay followed closely behind her, his demeanor radiating a protective energy that made it clear he wasn’t just a bystander. His outfit—dark jeans, black jacket, green shirt and a cap—was intentionally understated, designed to make him blend into the background. But his sharp gaze and tense posture gave away his true role as Atalia’s silent protector.
