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ACCESS FILE: HWANG HYERA, 28, FIELD AGENT / VETERAN

[agentivy]

MOONLIT.

[agentivy]

yacshij‌:

        as the situation called for, they needed to blend with the crowd as perfectly as they could. no detail was little enough; from the expensive clothes to the jewelry, the feigned smiles from time to time, the terms of endearment. even the glaring gold wedding band ornating his ring finger. they couldn’t leave anything behind. with this, yao jumped over his personal worries to admit that she was right, something as small as not having a glass of champagne amidst a room full of alcohol could raise unwanted suspicions. at this point, he had his doubts any of these people could be genuinely interested in anything other than themselves, but he had been wrong before. and he wasn’t willing to take the risk. 

        yao took the flute to his lips, taking a sip of the drink as if to subtly agree. the second he moved the glass away from him, there was already a captivated smile lighting his features. with a quick, reflexive movement, he gave her an opening to nestle her hand in the crook of his arm, allowing her the gesture without as much a look to hyera’s side. next came an amused chuckle, and only then his eyes turned to hers, both charmed and challenging. “ you can keep your wins. i’m feeling generous tonight, ” he began as they slowly made their way to their new chosen place to keep a closer watch. “ if i happen to win, we can think of a few other ways for you to repay me. ” there was not a single drop of effort to keep the words in a secretive voice. quite the contrary. his tone and half smirk only reiterating the lurking insinuations behind his words, sounding purposefully careless enough for those they were passing by to catch on, something to keep prying ears entertained. 

        just for a brief second, he was able to steal a glance at the girl sitting a few tables away, located behind the seat he was about to take. a momentary glance before he takes his place on the chair, eyes settled again in front of him while he took the seat, focused on his wife’s frame. from there, as hyera kept an eye on their little troublemaker, he could keep an eye on the other side of the room, looking for any vestige of a particular disturbance. 

        the cards he was dealt weren’t what he could call a decent winning hand, they were okay to beat another hand if he was lucky enough. although he knew it wasn’t about luck. yao rose his eyes to watch hyera, however, following every small gesture, her smile and then the small circle traced on the table by her finger. a subtle nod in understanding. yao had only to wait for their next step. and while they had no other option than to wait, he regarded his hand yet again, swiftly tossing two chips, one after the other. matching her bet and raising her by another thousand. he allowed the corner of his lips to rise along with his eyebrows then, curious. 

        “ what you got there to show, darling? ”

god how her body burns, its that terrifying thing about the human anatomy that she couldn’t quite control -- not in the way she could fly and leap through obstacle courses or flawlessly hit a target whilst doing cartwheels. no, her accelerated heart rate and growing heat near her ears are nothing short of embarrassing instinct, and hyera managed to tear her gaze away before she found herself lighting a match to set the fire ablaze. on the surface, her expression was as smooth as silk, as if there was nothing in her mind but to lose some of her new husband’s money on an already overly expensive honeymoon. she even threw out a little smile for good measure. 

“and here i thought you wont take the bait.” she chastised quietly, fluttering lashes and all. “i have nothing.” 

three eights, a three, and a jack. hardly anything, she was willing to bet that yao had something much better instead of betting on her own hand. the act was well-practiced, almost routine, there was something about high-stakes surveillance that would lead agents to casinos -- being the simpering little deer in headlights on the poker table was even taught to recruits in class. the world’s preconceived notions about women could oftentimes be exploited to their advantage, in order to stay blended with the usual din of boisterous millionaires and their reckless spending was to fade into the same simple women that might follow their wealth. 

   “c’mon miyoung-- you already made decent dent on korea’s economy.”    “aww- i don’t think daddy’s gonna mind...”    “i have a surprise back in the room for you-- lets go.” 

a few more half-hearted protests, hyera could hear chairs scraping and with a subtle flick of her eyes ( masked by a flirtatious look at her husband ) she saw the troublemaking girl in the arms of a far too handsome man -- she felt like she saw him on television in some drama or another -- with a group of ever-so-subtle men in black suits keeping a close perimeter. more than anything she was glad that they managed to plant cameras and microphones before their targets even checked in, there was no need to tiptoe around sleeping bodies or scale down a few stories of hotel exterior in a catsuit. 

it didn’t help that a tiny voice inside her mind lamented at how she wont be able to see the reaction from the man who shared her room. hwang hyera in a standard hwarang catsuit was truly a sight to behold. 

“i lose.” she said dramatically, a small pout on her lips. “we should go back upstairs before i lose any more of your money, right darling?” 

standing up with an impressive sort of shake of her head, her dark curls brushing against her bare arms, she nodded and smiled at the dealer. extending her arm to meet her husband’s, the very picture of a bright young wife. 

[agentivy]

snapdragcns‌:

                     most of chunhei’s free time was spent in the target practice rooms at hwarang. aside from the design and maintenance of weapons, she was also quite the fan of using them ( made obvious by her impressive personal collection of firearms ). whenever leia was asleep the young woman would strap a baby monitor to her hip and make her way down into the belly of the headquarters to play with her dangerous toys. 

                     it wasn’t often that she found the place empty. sometimes when she worked late and leia was with the babysitter she would wander down with only edie’s ever-looming presence as her company and make her way through various stages of the test courses. it helped burn off some steam and keep her in practice, and it gave her a little taste of what she was missing out on the field. those nights were few and far between, though, as more often than not there would be at least one or two other people using the courses. sometimes more, if she had hinted to her students that there would be a physical skills test coming up. 

                     today when chunhei arrived to the courses there was only one other person present—agent ivy. hyera was one of the few agents at hwarang that chunhei actually looked up to, maybe even considered a role model when it came to her skills in the field. she was serious about what she did, and because of that she did it well; there was no way to have any qualms with such behaviour. her talent always intrigued chunhei, and just like it normally did this training session had her standing outside the observation window with mouth agape. the way her body wove expertly through the level six course as though it were a recruit’s entrance test was a pleasure to watch. she dodged bullets, hit targets with almost perfect precision, and managed to still look graceful while doing it.

                     maybe she should come in and teach a class sometime.

                     when the ending score for the run blinked up on the screen ( ninety-two, more than impressive ) and a pout came over hyera’s lips chunhei couldn’t help her little grin. cute. that was a good word for it. it reminded her of leia. the younger woman perked up slightly when hyera finally addressed her, despite the seemingly annoyed nature of her tone.

                    “ that was a good run, i’ve got no idea why you’re pouting. ” without waiting for an invitation she slid past hyera and into the training room. fingertips brushed lightly over the gun holstered on her hip, and when her eyes finally landed on the target that had docked hyera’s score ( just a bit off center from bullseye, no big deal. it would still be a killing shot if the target were a real person ) she pulled the pistol from her holster and cocked it, lining up the shot before taking it and hitting the middle of the target.

                     “ i’ve never been able to hit that one while moving. it’s a bitch, really. ” still holding the pistol, she flicked the safety back on before sliding it into her holster once more.

                     “ did you just get back from the field, agent ? ”

the thing that she had always thought about kang chunhei was how thoroughly small she was, with a devastatingly young face, the young woman stood up to her nose and yet as she held her various firearms; she was formidable. hell, any woman who could raise a child all by themselves while maintaining a full-time job was a full-blown warrior in hyera’s book. so she wiped the annoyed expression from her face as the younger woman opened her mouth, and tilted her head to the side as she studied chunhei’s almost perfect bullseye -- she couldn’t help but to feel impressed. with a few years between them, the gap was oftentimes felt rather than expressed, however her mind was quick to point out that really, hwang hyera was naturally distant to most in the agency; her very own family. many had heard of her cold disposition and would scarcely make an effort to stray close.

“a slim miss could make the difference between life and death.” she said almost reflexively, returning her gun back into the cabinet. it was a very decent paraphrasing of the recruit handbook, but she wasn’t one to brag. “its 50/50 for me, sometimes i hit it fine-- other times...” 

hyera tapped at the blinking screen with her score, pressing both the ( replay ) and ( full stats ) buttons. a hologram of her in the course was projected to scale, and she kept one eye at her movements played against the repeated course -- various statistics of speed and accuracy appearing as her hologram bullets whiz towards its intended targets. 

“i got back last week from macau, management gave me a few days off before sending me off for something else.” she murmured, watching as hologram hyera slid and hit perfect accuracy on one moving target and missing the next one completely. she hissed softly in disappointment. 

“how’s your kid?” 

she had heard whispers about the little baby’s parentage, it had all been confidential and kept locked up in carefully retracted files -- but being in the agency for a decade or so, the whispers that she heard over the years would come from a credible source. although hyera wasn’t one to gossip, she understood that it’s hardly her business to come poking around in others’ affairs. but the baby had been the only one to have been born in her entire time housed within the agency, and being in such close proximity to such a fragile thing had piqued her interest somewhat. 

despite so, she wasn’t one to be social unless expressively ordered, thus her interest never sated. 

“they grow up quick at that age, don’t they? at least that’s what i hear.” 

[agentivy]

lilyxareum‌:

“Such a cold response for someone who has known me for so long.” A cheeky pout litters the edges of Areum’s lips as she leaned against the window, long lashes fluttering ever so lightly as she crawls up onto the ledge, curling her feet as she seated herself primly, a light tilt to her head as she watched Hyera toy with her usual handguns. “And you haven’t come to the costume department for so long!” Areum scowled slightly at the thought, dropping lightly to her feet and making her way towards Hyera with light, butterfly steps to her feet. 

“Miss your monthly costume fitting, and didn’t visit me–not even a text message or a call. How could you do this to me?” Areum whined cutely, dodging a sniper bot and poking it playfully with her finger. “I even had your return date circled in a bright red marker on my calendar–” Areum huffed dramatically, before rocking back on her feet and sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. “But I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.” As one of the older few amongst the specialists, Areum had spent 2 years being a field agent, which acquainted her with Hyera rather intimately, Areum supposed. Areum never understood why, but Hyera had always unsettled her somewhat. Perhaps it was because of the woman’s much colder attitude towards others, that always met her warmth with a seeming wall of ice that stopped her in her tracks, or the sharp precision that Hyera had always held herself with that made the other woman feel sharper edged compared to most.

“We should have lunch together.” The awkwardness in the air that Areum felt she was exhibiting had to be unbearable, but before she could even stop it herself, the words fell from behind her lips like a torrent that she couldn’t stop from her lips. “Ahhh…” Areum squeezed her eyes shut ever so slightly, a low but resigned exhale bubbling from her lips. “If you’re busy, its fine–”

so there was a split second of silence before she sighed, shaking her head as she pursed her lips at the woman in front of her. han areum had been a part of her graduating class of recruits, and although terrifyingly individualistic hyera had begrudgingly adopted a quaint sort of politeness when dealing with hwarang old-timers. a sense of camaraderie, familiarity, nor dare she say it: family. although when it comes to hwang hyera it’s safe to say that the warmest she could possibly muster up was a contrite nod and mildly soft eyes. 

“i’ve just gotten back from a mission-- spent a few days taking a break down south...” she trailed off. more specifically, she had spent a few days in her property on jeju island, a breathtaking house on top of a hill that overlooked the ocean. hyera’s permanent residence could be considered headquarters, given that she saw no point in renting a place of her own in seoul, but only a handful of people know of her little getaway -- her constant work in progress where she funnelled almost all of her money. just yesterday, she was meeting with a decorator for the new second floor addition that was recently finished. 

“i guess the cell service isn’t all that good outside of the city.” ( edie messaged her twice about her appointment, both ignored in favour of the cool sea breeze ) “but i could do the fitting now, if you don’t mind--” 

as her glance fell on the little awkward smile on areum’s face, hyera couldn’t help but to let out a small sigh before placing her gun back in the cabinet. it’s her day off after all, there was no harm in being friendly once in a while. they’re the same age, and when considering korean customs it should technically mean that they should get along better than most. that is, of course, when one does not consider the fact that the tall woman has always been terrible with company.  

“-- annd we can have lunch afterwards... if you’d like.”

[agentivy]

TEMPO.

LOCATION: an apartment in an undisclosed location OPERATIVES: ivy + @lupiins

there was no one reason why hwang hyera hated choi woong. there were many. first it was his ridiculously cocky little grin, the one he almost always miraculously pull out of his ass at the most ridiculous of times, she was so incensed at one point that she nearly pulled a gun on him. the second, of course, was his inability to follow the simplest of orders when it interfered with his ‘ideals’-- a terrible excuse in their chosen profession. lastly; her inability to resist him. so when she sat cross legged on his couch, hair mussed up and wearing one of his crisp button-ups, she could only glower darkly at his figure. far too smug for his own good. 

“this is the last time this is happening, you know that, don’t you?” 

now who could blame her, when confronted with woong’s stellar personality after coming home from the mission with yao; she had to relieve the tension somehow. hyera kept telling herself that it was all possible with woong because she hated him, because there could not possibly be any chance of compromising a mission. 

it certainly doesn’t mean that she would stop hating him.

[agentivy]

MOONLIT.

[agentivy]

yacshij‌:

          yao stood quietly near a roulette table, hands buried deep in his black pants’ pockets, his gaze gripped by the much familiar activity in front of him. years of training taught him this lane of work allowed no room for any sort of attachments to one’s past, yet he couldn’t properly restrain the memories incited by the evocative surrounding. given the serious grounds of the mission, however, it was his job to strip from those feelings; here he was agent jonquil, assigned with the sole task of preventing a twenty-three-year-old from meeting a cruel——and hopefully avertable——fate. there was no shi yao. merely mr. xiao at the eyes and knowledge of those around him, an exultant newly-wed spending an expensive honeymoon with his beautiful wife. 

         the thought pulled him off his mind, guiding his eyes elsewhere, to the feminine figure coming his way. his disguise permitted him a look of contemplation, a look of something more that wasn’t entirely for the sake of keeping their cover believable. yao accompanied her with his eyes as she approached, reminding himself there was yet some more to keep buried tonight, not only the strange sensation of reminiscence. but it was easier said than done. 

         as she closed the distance between them, yao leaned in just a bit to catch the swiftly nearly-whispered words in his mother tongue. he mirrored her subtle smile; to stranger eyes and ears, there was nothing more than a couple exchanging a few words in private. her words prompted him to look around, at the men sporting their expensive black suits and shiny watches; the women flaunting their jewelry in combination with their outfits, all apparently too busy and trapped in their own world. the prospect of ending the night without any major occurrences and be done with it was, without a doubt, tempting; at her following words, he nodded. “ from where i stand, everything’s in order, too. no potential threats, it seems. ” yao gave in response, too self-conscious of their closeness. even after she stepped away just a few centimeters. “ nevertheless, ” he began again, leaning a little too close to deliver the whisper more confidentially, another smile painting his lips to mask the real content of their conversation. “ we still have to wait and see. something might still come up, so don’t let your guard down. ” 

        yao took both his hands out of his pocket, one wandering to his wife’s waist, delicately resting there as he inched even closer. dangerously so. lips ridiculously near her ear; that was a behavior more than common to a married couple, however. but certainly, not a gesture that should make him as nervous. “ and we should probably go easy on the alcohol. always a bad idea in these situations. ” he said as he took one of the flutes of champagne from her, finally retreating. if his worries were exclusively for the possibility of endangering the mission, though, he wasn’t sure himself.

the art of staying inconspicuous while remaining present ( and not laughably blending into the background ) was a delicate art, one that all hwarang recruits had to master doing before being sent out into the world. in a world of peacocks preening and puffing out their chests, it would be remiss for agents to keep plain, to wear a little black dress and fade into the wallpaper the way waiters and concierges do. in order to blend in to a world of peacocks, one must become a peacock themselves. so agent ivy shook her mane of dark curls and leaned to the touch of her husband, surveying the room as if she could conceivably buy every single one of those in attendance from under the table.

“i think we’d look a little strange without a drink in our hands, no?” a tinkling laughter, as if yao had just said something thoroughly amusing. her hooded eyes regarded him then, a quick second of half-melted resolve, before she slipped a hand into the crook of her husband’s arm -- ready to lead him to a more advantageous vantage point. “darling, wont you let me lose a few million in the poker table? i’ll even let you play against me to win it back.” 

her voice carried just a little louder than her previous whispers, an addition to the polite chatter of the room; hyera felt herself involuntary shudder for reasons unknown. unhelpful and thoroughly unprofessional, she stamped out the strange feeling in her stomach by focusing upon the task at hand, as per usual-- with the feeling of her gun strapped to her left thigh weighing her back down to reality. the beautiful thing only nodded at her partner to take the seat across oval table from her, in order for them to take a full 360 degrees view of the room; of course, with shi yao directly in centre-frame, a perfect cover of a wife to stare dreamily at her new husband, when she’s really keeping an eye at the table just behind his shoulder. 

settling on the plush seat by the dealer, hyera could catch a glimpse of him every single time her eyes left her cards. again, the strange feeling bubbled in her stomach. while mentally steeling herself the way she always does, her long fingers threw in a $5,000 chip into the pool-- raising an eyebrow subtly at the man directly opposite her as she took a peek at the cards she was dealt. a passable hand, worth a few bets. 

so she smiled, a light bluff -- before throwing in a $1000 chip into the middle of the table. 

all the while, keeping their charge within her peripheral vision. with a small little shake of her wrist, the beautiful thing turned her white gold bracelet around in order to activate the hearing device she snuck onto the beading of the president’s daughter’s blue dress, a small trick she perfected after years of reconnaissance experience. 

“let meee- roll the dice! can’t i?”  “alright one more game, babe-- i can’t wait to get back to our room...” “aww stop! you’re so bad!” 

hyera almost snorted out loud, masking the tick with a determined bite upon her lower lip -- she could only look up at her partner with a secret look, tracing a small circle with her finger on the table before tapping it once. 

one round. 

[agentivy]

LOCATION: hwarang hq, target practice rooms CASE STATUS: open

the elevator hidden within the tea shop hummed into life as she stepped in, a small holding table slid out of the wall for her bag, and the familiar voice rang out from above as the elevator zoomed downwards.

    “good afternoon, agent ivy -- you have nothing on the meeting docket today, how may i assist you?”     “good afternoon, edie.” she said evenly, pulling fluff from her the cuff of her sheer blouse. “i’d like to do some target practice today, please see to it that i have my usual room.”     “right away, agent ivy.”

a few minutes later, hyera found herself stepping into one of the practice rooms she frequented-- the open cabinet boasting her usual arsenal of firearms. the convenience of edie and the technology of headquarters had spoilt her, and truly, it had ruined her for any other ( even luxurious ) amenities. lengthening her arms and dipping into a low stretch of her calves and hamstrings, she swept her hair back into a ponytail before regarding the room settings screen that was slotted on the wall. without even thinking, the beautiful thing immediately selected level 6 out of 10, as she lunged forwards to grab one of her pistols when the timer chimed. 

3... 2... 1... GO!

so she jumped and dodged various virtual bullets, and dipped low to aim at a sniper robot up above before feeling one whiz by her ear from behind. another shot, and another, hwang hyera was a sight to behold as she whipped back and slid behind makeshift barriers, lithe legs catapulting her from one side of the room towards the other. a good two minutes later, a slow siren blared to signal the end of the drill -- and she whipped her head towards the monitor for her score; 

ninety-two.

“fuck.” an uncharacteristic pout, an impatient exhale, hyera went to reload her weapon when her eyes lingered at the large windows on the side of the wall facing the hallway. it seems as if she had earned herself an audience. 

pursing her lips slightly, she toyed with another one of her usual handguns as she opened the steel doors to address the figure loitering by the windows.

“can i help you?” 

[agentivy]

MOONLIT.

MISSION: protect the south korean president’s daughter from possible assassination attempt COVER: the new mr and mrs xiao enjoying their honeymoon OPERATIVES: ivy + @yacshij

all things considered, these kinds of missions are usually the best option out of many. glorified babysitting, if you will, in which the ‘glorified’ part only entails a colourful arsenal of firearms. the president’s daughter was a lilting, beautiful thing. foreign-educated and so thoroughly reckless, it wasn’t the first time that a hwarang agent had been assigned as covert security detail; possible assailants would be perfectly aware of security in the typical sense, of five or six men in dark suits and dark sunglasses surrounding a drunk twenty-three year old girl, hardly inconspicuous. such babysitting would’ve been entrusted to younger agents if it wasn’t for the very real threat that came to the blue house, this time, the president was forced to take the threats seriously. 

so agent ivy stood tall, draped in white silk and diamonds-- the only way one could stay incognito in a vip room full of billionaires and their trophy wives. roulette table laced with men with far too much money in their pockets, handful of chips thrown carelessly across the velvet table, hyera flitted over to her ‘husband’s’ side after taking a slow turn around the room. a flute of champagne in each hand. her dark eyes were trained at the table of shrieking girls almost at the centre of the room, it seems as if the president would be forced to sell off a trade deal to finance his daughter’s next poker hand.  

“everything seems secure, from what i gather no one around here even knows who she is.” voice velvet soft in rapid mandarin, hardly loud enough for any eavesdropper to pick up above the raucous noise of the next roulette table. to outsiders, it might seem like her secret smile was a product of love, the very image of a shiny newlywed couple in their honeymoon. but her heart betrayed her otherwise placid features, for when her eyes were hazy and soft, her stomach flipped over and over with some strange sort of trepidation. hyera almost shuddered at the close proximity to shi yao, almost, as if only she was in any shape or form less talented than she truly was. but agent ivy never wavered, and with a natural little flick of her wavy tresses, she managed to glance subtly at an equally raucous group of hong kong rich kids. “nothing seems out of the ordinary, as of yet -- she might not need much babysitting after all.” 

she moved slightly away from him then, far enough to breath, yet straying close enough to mark her territory. that’s what protective new wives do, right? 

( hwang hyera certainly wouldn’t know )

[agentivy]

( im jinah (nana), cisfemale, she/her ) — Welcome back, HWANG HYERA. I’m surprised you’re still a FIELD AGENT ! Congrats ! You’re TWENTY-EIGHT years old ? Our agents usually don’t last that long ! :O I see you’ve been given a POODLE. Funny how it seems they work harder than you ! Can’t wait for another lovely day of you being POLISHED. Though, if we’re being honest, we really know you’re more DIFFICULT. Welp, have a good at work, Agent IVY. I really don’t care ! I’m a robot, I have no feelings. (rae, old, est, she/her)

             ( statistics ) ( full history ) ( ❤️/ ims / discord )

TL;DR STATS + HISTORY

born, hwang hyera (still hyera, to friends), later codename; ivy, since it was evident to trainers and managing operatives at the time that she was extraordinarily hard to kill.

twenty eight, recruited at eighteen -- only holds a high school diploma. seoulite, born and raised. middle-class at best. her parents had big dreams for her (being a model, actress, or what ever soul-sucking entertainment industry position due to her beauty) that would pull them up to high society. 

very athletic, trained to compete in the olympics for archery and gymnastics. her gymnastics coach was actually a hwarang operative and scouted her after she failed hyera during the qualifications for the 2008 olympics

she flourishes in physical training, and despite not being particularly bright she had gotten used to the kind of intelligence that hwarang agents needed to have. instead of being book smart, she learnt instead how to be methodically deceitful and calculating, and how to manoeuvre herself out of sticky situations (usually through force and firearms).

considers dexterity and offensive combat to be her specialty, boasts an almost perfect score in target practice. managing operatives are currently trying to persuade her that it was time that she retired from field work, to which she replied: “until i suffer from a debilitating injury, it would be difficult for you to do so, ma’am.” 

PERSONALITY

charming and dedicated on the job, but almost downright unpleasant while off the clock. she comes off as uptight, cold, and uncaring. in truth, she is exactly as uptight, cold, and uncaring as most people assume, except with a select few.  

precise and calculating, she does not veer from her brief and tries her best to carry out orders exactly as they were given. she abhors those who are so openly righteous (she thinks it crass, and frankly, annoying), and she herself wont bat an eye if ordered to perform morally dubious tasks. 

towards her fellow agents: she sees them as young and inexperienced, preferring to work alone in most situations. hyera is wary of most agents, and keeps them at arms length. it would take years of camaraderie and perhaps a near-death experience or two for her to open up and call someone her friend. 

however that being said, hwarang became her family when her parents kept pressuring her into things she refused to do. they cut her off when she refused to go to university, secretly hated her when she didn’t make the olympics team, and only returned her calls when she sent them her first hwarang paycheck. before she became their cash cow she was a failure, and she resents them for it -- despite her cold demeanour, her loyalty to hwarang knows no bounds. 

POSSIBLE PLOTS (i’m gonna update my open plots page asap!) 

inner circle, girl needs a few friends (around her age-ish?) that would put up with her terrible attitude and voluntarily spend time with her outside of work. maybe a few people from her recruiting class? or older specialists who used to work the field with her

exes, less emotional but more physical. hyera has never been a prude and would totally sleep with fellow agents with no-strings attached bc who else would understand?? 

that being said, one serious ex-boyfriend, the one that fucking broke her or vice-versa, one that’s still hurts like it’s fresh. this is angst angst angst.

current field agents that she had belittled, either during a joint mission or just somewhere in the offices. preferably someone younger and newer. 

old money mentor, hyera is as new money as they come. teach her how to spend and save and take her to the damn opera like a regular rich bitch. 

opposites attract. she’s cold and perpetually on edge, they’re sunny and chill-- each have something that the other doesn’t, it blooms into an unlikely friendship.

idk lets brainstorm

[zionqt]