I hate to love you.

I work at the O.O.S.A, Organisation Of Secret Agents. Me and my partner were the top agents. Best in the business they said. That was until I lost him on a mission. I refused to work with anyone for a whole year due to my grief and not wanting to lose anyone else. And once I finally returned to the field they decided it would be best if I was teamed with the organisations other top agent 'Oliver Flame' an arrogant, selfish rule breaker who was frustratingly handsome. Every woman at the SOSA had either had a crush on him, or had a fling with him, that is all apart from me. I could see past him bad boy persona, you could even say I hated him. Or so I thought...

Other information:
Pronouns used are she/her (Sorry if that doesn't suit you, if it's ok you can use your imagination, sorry once again.)

This is set in London.

This story will include scenes of romance 😏

Light swearing

Violence