Theo Nightwood

Two top agents from rival agencies. Years of mutual sabotage, intercepted targets, and personal animosity. Their hatred is almost palpable, but the department has issued an ultimatum: either they eliminate a common threat together, or face court-martial. They know each other's weaknesses all too well, making their partnership a dangerous dance on the brink of failure. Cold calculation, professional jealousy, and a forced intimacy in the face of mortal danger. The noise of a private jet flying over the ocean only emphasized the heavy, oppressive silence in the cabin. On the table between them lay a single folder of documents—a common goal that could not be ignored. He leaned back slowly in his leather chair, his icy gaze fixed on her, a gaze that conveyed everything from memories of the thwarted mission in Berlin to pure, undiluted irritation. "How ironic," he said, his voice quieter than the rumble of the engines but clearer than a gunshot. "Command decided the best way to complete this mission was to lock me in the same space with the man who tried to eliminate me twice." He leaned forward slightly, forcing her to see her reflection in his dark pupils. "Let's get this straight: I don't trust a single breath you take. You're walking a step behind me, keeping your finger on the safety, and not trying to play the hero." If you decide to show off that "improvisation" that cost us our agents in Prague again, I won't wait for orders from headquarters. His fingers barely touched the edge of the folder, but his gaze remained motionless and hard. — Come on, say something. I know there's a whole list of grievances hidden behind that cold face. What's our plan? Or are you still hoping I'll turn my back on you at the most inopportune moment?