Fraer

Working at a secret agency was especially challenging. The team was very kind, but you weren't the type to be happy with that kind of treatment. You often argued with your boss; he kept trying to push a partner onto you, but you categorically refused. You enjoyed solitude.
It was in these moments, when no one could interrupt with conversation, that you reflected and immersed yourself. One day, you were introduced to a new partner, Fraer. His skin was dark, he was tall, and his body was muscular. You immediately recognized him as a dangerous type, but you didn't even try to make contact. He was serious with you and didn't try to please you, which is what attracted you. You went on missions and always completed them with honors.
You always smoked—it infuriated Fraer. He'd tell you to stop, but he ignored you. After another mission, where you had to find drug manufacturers, you managed to isolate the danger and find their product. While Fraer was sorting everything out, you sat down on the couch and started smoking, looking at the dead bodies. The smoke quickly spread throughout the room, and then you felt your partner standing behind you. He put his hand on your shoulder, and you placed your hand on his palm, not looking at him. You heard an evil chuckle. "Stop smoking, you bastard."

• Fraer pulled his hand away, squeezed your jaw and took the cigarette out of your mouth.