So, I have this AU idea where Thena is a mafia boss and Gil is an undercover cop who infiltrates her organization. As he gets to know and spend time with Thena more, Gil sees beyond the cold mafia boss and falls for her. Now, he is in such a dilemma, where he has to choose between his duty and his heart. Lol, is it too sappy? I'm such a sap for these two 😂😂. Also, you are amazing and a very talented writer. I'm addicted to your fics and keep coming back for more. Whenever you post a new one, it will surely brighten my day. So, thank you so much for writing them!
"Go home, get some rest."
Gil hovers uncomfortably around the doorway. His eyes are shifting all over the place. His fingers are running against themselves with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Gil."
He sighs, shifting his weight on his feet as he glances out the window.
"Gilgamesh."
Ah, he's in shit now. He knows he's in shit when he hears his full name being used. "Sorry, Boss, guess I'm...distracted."
"Yes, I've gathered," she gives him a half-smile from her place at her desk. It falls a half-second later. "What's wrong, Gil?"
Oh, the list goes on and on. He's an undercover agent, and he's pretty sure his bosses are ready to let him and the operation sink. He's not a very good agent, since he's grown a little too fond of the woman he's been 'bodyguarding' for the past six months. He's an agent, and he's wondering if he should be.
Not that the answer is to join organised crime, either. But he's probably not as...objective as he used to be.
"I'm not sure about tomorrow," he finally admits. He doesn't like lying to her.
"What makes you unsure?"
The fact that the brass are calling his bluff. That he's promised to bring her in three times already and he can't bring himself to do it. That tomorrow, in the middle of her biggest land trade in years, his fellow agents are going to storm the place. That there will be crossfire, and she is going to get hurt. That he is still going to put his life on the line to protect her, whether he's a traitor to both sides or not.
Because he's the idiot who fell in love with the target.
Romeo--they're calling him for it. And he just hopes they don't die at the end.
"Are we sure the meeting place is secured?"
"You went with Kingo to secure it, didn't you?"
Yes, and he'd slipped away to cut a length of fence just so while he did. "Yeah, but-"
"You're nervous," she finishes for him, and that smile comes back. It's silky smooth, like her hair, like the satin dress she's wearing, like the faint accent he knows is a cover up.
It's a nondescript English accent, with uplifted end vowels that don't really exist anymore. It's easy enough to learn from movies and tv. It suits her even though he knows it isn't real.
Thena was born and raised in America.
"Can't help it," he shrugs at her with a helpless little smile. He unfolds his arms as she stands and crosses her office to him. Her heels click on the floor. The sound haunts him in his dreams.
"I know you can't." She almost sounds like she's soothing him. "But try not to let it cloud your judgement."
Gil nods as she brushes something off his blazer. He's never been better dressed in his life since working for Thena. She really is quite fashionable, as Kingo likes to say.
Thena blinks as he catches her hand before she can pull away from him completely. "Gilgamesh."
"Thena," he says, and after very strict instruction that names - fake and real alike - are strictly forbidden in the office. But she told him her name herself, and it's been sitting on a pedestal in his brain ever since. "Just...reconsider tomorrow."
She holds his eyes. Neither gives anything away in their expression. Gil has been trained on how not to. Thena is just naturally good at it. "You're worried for me?"
He inhales, squeezing her hand tighter. Finally free to tell the truth, he says, "your safety is my top priority."
Something changes in those eyes of hers, but he can't quite tell what it is.
Gil blinks this time as Thena leans up and in, leaving a light but solid kiss on his cheek. He tries not to seem flustered. The Boss doesn't show affection--she doesn't even show mercy, in most cases. But he's too busy trying to contain the butterflies in his stomach.
The idiot Romeo, indeed.
Thena looks him dead in the eye, holding his cheek, "we'll be fine."
She sounds so sure--so confident.
He looks at her, trying not to seem like he wants her to kiss him again. He releases her hand slowly. "Whatever you say, Boss."
She raises a brow at him. "Back to 'Boss' then?"
He feels himself start to smile, despite his best efforts, "you prefer something else?"
Thena slides her hand down his chest slowly, tracing over his jacket until she can tap the concealed weapon in his belt with a smirk. "You tell me, Agent."
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