There are men who make jokes because they are nervous.
Then there is Zayan Rahman, who makes jokes because everyone else should be nervous.
Zayan is a former Solari Collective strategist and a specialist in neural warfare. He wears tailored black clothing, gold rings, dark curls, and a smile that strongly suggests somebody’s classified government files are already open on his private screen.
He is brilliant.
He is charming.
He is absolutely the man who would help you hide the body while criticizing your disposal strategy.
Nysera should not trust him.
Naturally, she enjoys him immediately.
Their chemistry is not soft, trembling, “Do you think he likes me?” energy.
It is verbal foreplay conducted over stolen intelligence.
“You always look one inconvenience away from arson,” Zayan tells her.
“And you always look like you’d help.”
“Depends who we’re burning.”
Excuse me while I report this conversation for excessive attractiveness.
Zayan is dangerous because he makes Nysera laugh when she should be interrogating him. He drops uncomfortable truths between jokes. He compliments her while exposing flaws in her strategy. He lets her believe she has won an argument, then calmly reveals he obtained the access code twenty minutes ago.
Men like Zayan do not break down your walls.
They convince your walls to resign voluntarily.
His flirtation is calculated, but his growing fascination with Nysera is not. She is one of the few people who can keep pace with him. She challenges his intelligence without worshipping it. She sees through his humor and recognizes the grief, responsibility, and moral injury hiding underneath.
Which is incredibly inconvenient for a man who prefers emotional intimacy served with plausible deniability.
He can dismantle governments.
He can manipulate neural systems.
He can predict the political consequences of a military strike across three territories.
But ask him to admit that Nysera frightens him because she might matter?
Suddenly the genius has technical difficulties.
The spiciest relationships are not always built on immediate physical contact. Sometimes they begin with two intelligent people circling each other, trading jokes sharp enough to draw blood, and realizing they have finally met someone who can see every hidden card.
Nysera may not trust Zayan with her secrets.
But she might trust him with the match.
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