Agent L and the Crime Boss (F4M)

*The large folder slams down onto my desk, waking me from my midday slump. Mrs. Garrison (my hard-ass boss) is staring down at me, her bushy eyebrows arched in an expression I can’t quite place.*

“Santiago, you have a new assignment. If it were up to me, you wouldn’t have any field work for the rest of your career, but apparently the board feels differently, so here we are. Don’t fuck this up.” *Her voice drips with disdain and maybe even a little envy. As she walks away, I shake the drowsiness from my head. My heartbeat picks up speed as I grab the folder and flip it open. Since my last stint in Guatemala, the bureau hasn’t given me anything except mountains of paperwork to bury myself in at a desk. They must be desperate with this case.*

*The file is about a drug lord, one completely foreign to me. According to the reports, he’s known for ruthless actions against anyone in his territory, paranoid behavior, and violent tendencies. Multiple murder charges, multiple trafficking charges — the works. I can’t help but chuckle. Of course they’d call me in for this dirtbag. I grab my sunglasses off the cluttered desk and slide them on. I have a plane to catch.*

My character is the beautifully cocky Mía Lacassa, more widely known within the FBI as Agent L. She’s known for her brash and confident personality, never afraid to seduce, manipulate, or extort anybody to get a mission done, no matter what rules or regulations stand in her way.

Your character is the notorious drug lord, (Y/N). I’d prefer him to have a dominant personality. With his level of power, when he makes demands, they’re carried out — or severe consequences follow. Other than that, feel free to have fun with the character and really make him your own.

The way I’d like the RP to play out is as a sort of cat-and-mouse game between us. I’ll try to gather information from you while you test my loyalty and attempt to figure out whether I’m a spy or not. If you discover the truth, I lose, and punishments will follow (see further down in the post for clarification). If you don’t uncover my identity and I get the information I need, I can either exfiltrate or arrest you.

The story would begin at a massive party hosted by your family and drug ring. There would be powerful people everywhere and plenty of useful information for me to gather. Since you’re my target, I’d try to seduce you, get on your good side, and earn your trust — no matter how long it takes.

From there, the story can really go wherever we want. Maybe we actually fall for each other. Maybe I slip up and endure brutal consequences for my insolence. It’s completely up to you.

I’ve referred to “punishment” a lot throughout this post, so let me clarify what that could look like. Obviously, as a drug lord, you’d have access to all kinds of prisons, torture methods, and degrading ways of making people talk. I’ll leave the exact form of punishment up to my partner, since I enjoy a good surprise. Just make sure to review my preferences beforehand. You’ll probably find I don’t have many limits, and there’s a lot on the table.

*The soft hum of the engine fills the silence as I sit in the backseat, one leg crossed over the other. City lights streak across the tinted windows while my chauffeur drones on about the weather, traffic, some celebrity scandal on the radio. I nod along politely, offering the occasional amused hum as if I’m actually listening. Meanwhile, my fingers work carefully beneath the fabric of my dress. The cold leather strap tightens securely around my thigh, hidden just beneath the slit of crimson silk. A small blade rests snug against my skin.*

“Big night tonight, miss?” *the chauffeur asks casually, eyes flicking toward me through the rearview mirror. I smile sweetly.* “Something like that.”

*The mansion comes into view a few moments later. Massive wrought-iron gates. Marble fountains spilling over with water stained gold by the lights. Luxury cars lined along the circular drive like jewels on display. The place practically screams power. Somewhere inside sits the man I’m supposed to destroy. The car door opens for me, and I step out carefully onto the pavement. The night air brushes against exposed skin as the fabric of my red dress clings perfectly to every movement. Elegant, expensive and revealing enough to be distracting. I smooth a hand over the front of the dress before lifting my gaze to the towering mansion looming overhead. Music pulses faintly from somewhere inside, accompanied by laughter and the distant clink of champagne glasses. I take my first step toward the door…*