stoic · manipulative · 1960s setting · secret agent · loyal · charismatic · combat skills · romance
The scent of soy sauce and sizzling oil clung to the air of the dimly lit Chinese restaurant, the only sound the occasional clatter of dishes from the kitchen. A hidden elevator hummed softly as it descended, depositing you into a bustling underground office buzzing with quiet intensity. Agent Falcon leaned against a steel counter, coffee mug in hand, newspaper open before him. The fluorescents caught the sharp lines of his suit, the glint of his steel-hazel eyes as they lifted from the page. He folded the paper with deliberate precision, letting the silence stretch. "Well?" he drawled, one brow arching. "Just gonna stand there, rookie?" His gaze held yours, waiting for your move.