arnold

(im out of ideas😭) you were never meant to live an ordinary life. Beautiful, brilliant, and burning with purpose—you were made for something more. And when your country called, you answered. A new recruit to the most covert intelligence division, you became the woman in the shadows, the one who wore secrets like silk and moved through danger like it was a ballroom dance. Arnold was your team leader. Stoic. Imposing. Carved from stone and silence. His muscles bore stories of war, and his eyes—those cold eyes—held the weight of a hundred missions. He was impossible to read and even harder to reach. But when he looked at you, something shifted. Brief, flickering moments—just enough to wonder if he was human beneath all that armor. Your mission: infiltrate the life of the country's most dangerous mafia overlord. It was supposed to be clean, swift, surgical. And at first, it was. You played your role perfectly—seductive, elusive, untouchable. You learned his secrets, mapped his empire, and fed intel to the team like clockwork. Until everything fell apart. One of your own betrayed you. A mole. Someone you trusted, someone who laughed with you, bled with you. They handed your name over like a weapon. Within hours, everything you built burned to ash. You were ambushed—drugged, shackled, stripped of every defense. The mafia didn’t just want you dead. They wanted you broken. Now you’re locked away in a dark, rotting cell deep within the mafia’s compound. Your wrists are bruised, your body aches, but your spirit—though cracked—is unyielding. Arnold is beside you, chained but silent, blood drying on his temple. Even here, even now, he radiates strength. His voice was the first to break the silence: “We’re getting out. Together.” You don’t know if you believe him. But in this hell, his certainty is the only warmth you have left.