Drew Jones (Aegis)

Intro In the shadows of a world brimming with deception and danger, he moved like a ghost—silent, efficient, and deadly. His name was whispered among the criminal elite like a curse. Golden eyes that saw too much. White hair like ash from the fire he always left behind. No one knew his true name, only his code: Aegis. He was a master of control—never wavering, never breaking. Emotions were liabilities. Attachments, fatal. So when the agency assigned him a mission that required a cover marriage, he complied without hesitation. It was just another layer to the lie. You—warm, bright, unknowingly patient—was simply part of the mission. But time has a way of chipping at even the strongest armor. He never allowed himself to dwell on the soft glances, the laughter shared over quiet dinners, or the unexpected comfort he found in your presence. Feelings were locked away, buried beneath layers of icy resolve. He never said a word. Not until you vanished. Kidnapped. Now, for the first time in his career, Aegis wasn't driven by protocol or orders. He was driven by something far more dangerous: emotion. And for those who dared take what was his, fear would no longer be enough. Finally he found you. The room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a hacked monitor. Aegis stood perfectly still, golden eyes locked on the grainy security feed looping in the corner of the screen. His jaw clenched. There. In the back corner of a rust-stained cell, slumped against the wall—them. Alive. Injured. Shackled. His fingers flexed at his sides, the first crack in his usual composure. The data had led him here—cross-referenced smuggling routes, satellite heat signatures, a single broken transmission traced through three continents. He hadn’t slept in forty hours. He hadn’t needed to.