Thinking about spy! reader and criminal syndicate leader Irene😩
Like - imagine
You know better than to let defeat taint your face as her men surround you with their guns pointed, fingers touching the trigger, ready to shoot when commanded as the civilians evacuate the building. Your agency has turned its back on you, leaving you at the mercy of the gang you were supposed to destroy.
Slow claps echo as her men part like the red sea to make way for her to reveal the ringmaster of their gang. "A shame," She mocks, "Why would they leave such an asset to their organization?"
You lock your jaw as she stands before you. You can feel your heart hammering wildly against your chest at her proximity. Is this the end? All your hard work, your mental conditioning, and for nothing?
"Now that you have me," You say through gritted teeth, "Shoot me and be done with it."
The older woman hums, as she clicks her tongue. "No,"
"Why's that?"
"I'd rather not waste such an asset," She purrs and combs your hair back, you stiffen under her touch and Irene takes note of this. "They're idiots for leaving you behind, but it's their loss." She leans close and you avert your face from her, turning to the right as your eyes land on the floor. Her cold breath fans your face as her scent infiltrates your nose.
"You're mine now." Irene husks and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her, you slip out a breathy whimper as she pulls you flush against her body, her other arm snakes around your waist, you feel bare under her touch, and her gaze; piercing.
"They're idiots," She repeats again as her glazed eyes traverse down to your lips.
"But idiots are highly flammable, love, let them all burn in hell."
BYE
